Once They Get in Here, It's Over, Pal

Seeing stars through an underwater lens, she's pissed

That this seemingly unending bliss,

Will only exist in the mist

Of the memory forming in the back of her blossoming mind

About her half-troubled/half-treasured life

In the amber, cloud-streaked twilight

When she sees a plane in the sky

Leaving a trail of cloud behind,

All of her conquering and triumphs in life

Are eclipsed by the tiny plane without even trying

The picket fence that encompasses her farm is white

As she lies under the trees and sighs,

"I should do this all the time."

Because the look of the sunlight through the trees

Is a humbling, beautiful scene

It's a surrealistic masterpiece

When she smiles the sun comes out

Like he was muttering his lines while the curtain was down

But now he has them memorized,

Beaming down on the love of his life

But the picturesque scene is strangled by the chords of reality

As summer exits the stage suddenly

And takes all the good things

Fall enters and brings gray, cold clouds of snow

Is there a smile on her face? Oh, no,

While the sun's written out of the show

She suffers through the winter,

Praying and hoping that things will get better

And then spring comes, but at a price

She's realized she's wasted half a year of her life