Folios

I'm heading straight where I never go

There's no more hiding in these folios

Each page has known what the first one showed

There're still three more hours of sunlight

And in this dream of a cottage on a hill

There was no view of the life that makes it real

Here in May and only the trees

Want to leave like I do

I don't think the good years I've got can wait

So what are we staying for

So what are we staying for