Word Association

Just another game inside your head Words jumping back and forth in your brain One thing springing to another Fall, winter, summer, school Favorite class? Favorite subject? Subject turned sour Sweet tea made from flowers Petals used for higher purpose Love me yes, love me not Now your heart is in a flutter Oh boy, your desk is cluttered Books and papers stacked on high Reading always passes time by Young to old, Old to death The ones who miss are the ones who’re left You know you are now alone And yet never really There’s always something when things are dreary The sky is dark, the clouds are black The rain comes down Soaking the ground Turn around Dancing, twirling, whirling, curling Unfurling wings of unending glory Everything connected in one way or another No thought is made without the other Just a game inside your head Word Association that must eventually end Begun in fun but always lost For winning would mean That you never look back