All In All

That calm breeze originated elsewhere as storm.
Likewise gentle stir is cause of gigantic squall.
Realization doesn't dictate we transform
While forever we have persisted all in all.

Oh Janis,

 Maybe sudden surges of summer are well worth surrender, while casually I imagine being free. Please point me towards the nearest mud pit which exists miraculously spotless, clean.
 Maybe mondays have murdered some others. Despite lyrical claims of fragmentation, I doubt you misplaced a single sliver of heart within the limit of your years.
 Maybe music provides more than theme, while I listen to you through technologies which weren't around while you actually breathed.

Futility

Desire asserts itself ever
Never content whatsoever
And dares to dream of forever
Though decay is far more clever