Flowers

I’m tracing circles in the dust Counting every grain, waiting for the rush The clock is heavy on the wall I’m reaching for the fruit before the blossoms fall But the soil is cold, and the roots are deep There are secrets here that I have to keep. I try to pull the sun across the sky To make the morning meet my tired eyes But the light arrives when it wants to stay And I am just a passenger in the gray. It’s not my time, it’s just the rhythm of the tide I’m learning how to let the seasons be my guide I want it all right now, I want to feel the bloom But I can’t force the flowers in a silent room No, I can’t rush the world for me I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. The river doesn’t ask to run It follows every curve until the work is done I’ve been fighting against the flow Afraid of everything that’s moving slow But there’s a beauty in the long delay In the parts of me that have to fade away. It’s not my time, it’s just the rhythm of the tide I’m learning how to let the seasons be my guide I want it all right now, I want to feel the bloom But I can’t force the flowers in a silent room No, I can’t rush the world for me I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. Adapt the heart to the beating of the clock Find the key before I try to turn the lock It’s a slow burn, it’s a long road Learning how to carry what I’m owed Wait for it... Wait for it... It’s not my time, it’s just the rhythm of the tide I’m learning how to let the seasons be my guide I want it all right now, I want to feel the bloom But I can’t force the flowers in a silent room No, I can’t rush the world for me I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. Exactly where I’m meant to be... In the rhythm of the tide... Not my time. Just time.