A Promise for Spring.

Don't let it out they might say

Your work should never look like your play

but I feel I must convey:

I ain't worked a day

I've never worked a day

And I'll pray I'll earn my keep

and that this Autumn is a promise for spring.

I'm sorry they might say

Your passions won't pay

nor will your do goodings

so just make it with what we have made

to keep the darkness at bay

just tuck your gift away

But I want to play

and put my best parts in the game

So you'll pray I'll earn my keep

but tomorrow it is

oh yes, tomorrow is

not yesterday

Tomorrow is not yesterday.

So I'll let it out and I will say:

My passion will pay. Just know your do goodings

and make it with what you are made

To lead nightmares astray

Don't let your dreams slip at way

And you'll pray I'll earn my keep

But autumn is but a promise for spring