Time passes on
The seasons have come and gone,
Yet my world remains the same.
Greens, blues and golds
Are my forever molds,
Despite Hawaii’s fame.
The ocean beats over and again
Reminding me of back then,
And the land for which I mourn.
Orange, reds and yellows
Cover the endless meadows
As fall dies and winter is born.
Life has no reason
When there is only one season
Living on a never changing hamster wheel.
Gone are my winter cold days
And the fall corn maze
How can one deal?
I am always asked
If paradise is masked,
How is life better on a rock?
After years of seasons changing
The monotony would stand for reasoning,
No change would be a mock.
Luaus and dancers replace
The friends from home base.
Leaving an aching heart’s wake.
Pining for home in paradise
Sets ones mind to ice
But your bed is what you make.
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