A poem based on Whispering Pines-The Band

If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream

Inside my lonely room, there is no in between

Whispering pines, rising of the tide

If only one star shines that's just enough to get inside

"Isn't it one of those things that is just out of our hands?"
I wondered aloud while walking down the street
There was no one around so the words fell through like sand
Scattered and became obsolete
But still the thoughts continued in ways too complicated to understand.
Rafting up and down this ideological stream
Unpredictable paths differ, to the deepest depths of the oceans floor
Or sometimes to the most wondrous peaks
So don't wake me with your roar
If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream

I sit and struggle just as One would do
Thinking in ways easier resolved by two
And maybe these shivers might give a clue
That it's time to find what warms me up from blue
Then, I sit, and wonder and ponder
And figure, why do I even care?
To much independence is depressingly rare..
The richer the poorer, so the poorer the richer!
Life's just a ball and I'm just the pitcher
Inside my lonely room, there is no in between

Endless moments occur outside
A frown turns to a grin,
The wind is my guide
And it plays the violin
Words completely tied
Her touch on my skin..
Mother Nature, the only worthwhile bride
Shares her beauty, her companionship, despite where you've been
Whispering pines, rising of the tide

Another night,
The millionth shiver,
I'm losing the fight,
But I'm still a winner,
Another night, outside,
The moon leaves with the tide,,
But at my lowest, I ask whoever for this to subside
Wish for the warmth and Wish for the high
If only one star shines that's just enough to get inside