Seems Poem

So what if I'm one by day
and another by night.
You don't ask the sky
Hey, why are you blue,
or what the ocean does to the shore?

I know there's a reason why,
it's particles in the sky and
what the whole ocean's doing.
But it doesn't matter,
not all things need a reason why,
they are just what they are.

I'm singing folks now.
I'm a kind-of singer now,
because whatever's coming my way
is coming my way.
And I let it all in
and I let it all out
and I live with
and I live without.
And you're up on the mountain now,
on the mountain now,
and I hope you never come down
even when you do,
so you can stay in that space
with the light shining on you.

We've known love,
and we have love,
and we're full of it.
So much now to give,
so open up your heart
and let it in.

Seems we all know
about that grit and grime
sometimes.
And that, too, will pass,
just give it some time.
It takes all these points
to make up a line.
I'm drawing mine, here
working on a dream.
On and on,
on a dream.