• I raised my glass
    To a clouded mirror on a hill
    There on green grass it sat
    Lazily reflecting the sky
    In the midst of noon

    And I let go of a black and white
    Photo of frozen time
    Walking down the hill to never look
    Back on what I had left
    In that field of blooming flowers

    Or what I couldn't find
    In the fairy tale when I was young
    And never quite understood
    Why Hansel and Gretal were lost
    And all alone in the world

    But days roll on regardless
    And in the least presumptuous of
    Moments I'd lie awake
    In order to watch these clouds go by
    and never to return