I
Here and now come
Little magnolia buds
Little magnolia buds
Set hard against
December’s frost
Saving their best
For springtime
In truth the future can’t
Come soon enough
Once they have laid down
Their downy nubs
II
As we journey along
We strive to be
Better attuned
To the here and now
Better attuned
To the here and now
Yet sometimes that too
Seems overly confining
As if we’ve been trapped
Seems overly confining
As if we’ve been trapped
Inside these two boxcars that are
Coupled together and rolling
Along a circular track
III
Peering out through the slats
Along a circular track
III
Peering out through the slats
What we truly yearn for
Is to soar like the winter geese
Is to soar like the winter geese
Wherever they may be bound
We too ultimately belong
Only to the cloudless sky
We too ultimately belong
Only to the cloudless sky
IV
The noise of time
It comes and goes
The more we hurry
The louder it grows
Until it subsides
In times of repose
But even then
It will flare up again
And can't be denied
We must surrender to it
Like a tinnitus
Rooted deep
Inside our brain
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