Painting of dust

I go back to the dear mute

As most of my thoughts are bites of the forbidden fruit

I am just a painting of dust

And we move on because we must

The dear frost came early and I felt tossed

The dear glee came early, but was never really lost

I poured out my soul and it's raining on me

And now it's spring as the winter dared to begin

Some things never end

By trying to transcendent

And I keep Jesus within

As Im shuffeling down the endless road of spring

I am just a painting of dust

And we move on because we must