Occasionaly I've been know to stop and look around,
Trying to see the forest for the trees.
Sometimes I notice the juniper bush among the pines,
Or the bumble bee floating amongst the bluebells.

I think about how it was then,
about how you were, and what I could say.

The things I would do just
to catch your eye.

Silly times in what seems to be another world,
One with which I've grown unfamiliar.

And it's always just before I let go,
and the rains come,
That I lift my head and let the speed of the world blur my vision.

But on occasion,
I stop to think about you.