Autumn’s Reflection

Imagine if we could dream together, the things we could do

Reflection

[Verse]
Another whisper in time as life remains
Clouds go by, hoping to fight the rain
I been through so much thinking I like the pain
How can I maintain if you keep storming my brain?
Memories of your dress as you swayed under moonlight
A butterfly living a cocoon life
I soon write another letter that you won’t get
An optimist so these poems won’t hit Top 40, cool
That’s cool, a sporty young dude with a heart for the people although some of ‘em rude with an attitude like I’m Ice Cube with the vision
Friday in hindsight, my weekend slipping right in front of me
Autumn asked, “who you wanna be?”
I don’t know sometimes but not a wannabe, just me, a cloud floating in the distance
Watching life change in an instant, for instance…
A couple years ago I was in the shelter
Now I’m riding airlines, flying via Delta
Decided I’ma be a helper for those in need, sow the seed
Come and talk to me, Destiny forever my lady, got Jodeci on repeat
Clouds under my feet, it’s only life that I speak, my light never retreats
(my light never retreats)
Now equipped with a mental blade
This for redemption, beats I was meant to raid, we never fade like cheap clothes
Scottie, yo, repeat those ethos of jazz and blues while peace grows and spreads through soundscapes
Release hope, this gift was bestowed, behold, bear witness, no peepshow
Let it flow from the soul so you know it’s pure
Sick of hate? Tune in, love’s ensured
Moonlight illuminating the path ahead
I was dealt a bad hand, still had to play strategically
The rhythm was appeasing me, Autumn revealing who I need to be, She seizing me for greatness
You gotta Excuse the Lateness, been a long journey but I’m gracious
Had some minor setbacks, still never changed my direction
Finally I’m not ashamed of my reflection…
Finally I’m not ashamed of my reflection
Finally I’m not ashamed of my reflection
Finally I’m not ashamed of my reflection

[Sample]
Jazz is plural, they give you a space, show you its contours, allow you to move around and drown if you want, over hilltops of remorse, created by love or dolorous longing, piano, broken chords breaking down space like watching bits of paper collect, root notes you tend to lean on or maybe a honking minor third, a harmonic multicolored sharp

Wake up, you’re dreaming…