lyrics: ninfa lillampi

may

In March, it all thaws out

And runs through April

Carving into cold ground.

So what is left for June, 

But to dry it all up again?

In March, a child is born. 

She learns to walk and dance

And sing- It’s torn.

That tear in the cocoon:

She wants to fly through it.

Cue the rainfall.

Caterpillars crawl.

Grounded again.

Maybe in May it will Bloom?

Come what may, maybe soon?

Just cast out those “mays” 

And reel in the tune.

You know what’s at stake;

Just let it resume

And don’t 

Wait

For June.

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about the songwriter: ninfa lillampi

ninfa, in addition to being a rock star, is a mother and scholar who always wears her damn mask. Also she voted.