Humblest Pleasures

Tiger lily or a rose

You still have your place in the garden

Appreciate the bluer notes

Why is the simplest thing the hardest?

What a thing it is to grow

Flower, I tried so hard to open my mind

No I never meant to color you in

Jet black, with a ballpoint pen

The brilliance hurt my eyes

I told you that I'm colourblind

You're blurry like the feeling in

The ending of the summer

I'm living in a memory

Imagining another

Early in the afternoon

The humblest of pleasures

Feeling the inside of you

I know that I'll forget it

It's disheartening

After everything evaporates

A lot of pain

And all the words I sing

And the perceptive things that I explain

I haven't changed

You're blurry like the feeling in

The ending of the summer

I'm living in a memory

Imagining another

Early in the afternoon

The humblest of pleasures

Feeling the inside of you

I know that I'll forget it