White Lotus

Maybe I have been falling for too long.
Maybe I’m just now able to see why.
Too much wind has fallen upon my face
For me to know for sure about this sky.

Have I been sent here on my own accord?
Have I been predestined by my own ear?
Too much blue's been seen by these lonely eyes
For them to see the beautiful hue here.

Regard me here as I may have found out.
Regard me now while I still feel this bold.
Not enough bright red has my mind yet felt
For me to keep falling and not take hold.

It is time I land and hear my own song,
For I have been falling for far too long.