Puddles - (Press/Review only)

'Puddles'

We simply ripple
At different times
You the river, I the tide

What are we really, baby
If we don’t succeed
What does it matter
Scattered out like ashes
We’re at ease

As we evaporate
Our water changes shape
Storm water rushes in
To take the shape that we lay in
I know
We lie low

So keep cold water
Rushing in
These lakes get warmer
The longer we stay here

I sit here, glistening
Some count my drops
A perfect puddle
Doesn’t grieve what it lost

I keep my eyes on the dew that forms
Every morning