before we’re dead,
before we’re gone, and laid to rest.
could you show me where,
to rest my head,
i’m not sure yet.
before the time,
before the crime,
before the tears.
show me a place where i can hide,
to spite the fears.
you go to work,
and i’m still here,
trying to breathe.
waking hours spent,
relearning how to be.
venturing deep into the forest,
beyond the trees.
world expanding further than i can ever see.
wanting to know,
and see and share,
and be and feel,
leaving in pursuit of being whole,
and feeling real.
ocean and the river,
tiny pond,
and freezing lake.
hidden in their surface,
much more power than i could take.
no matter who i am,
or what i’ve done,
or where i roam,
in myself, i must make a home.
in myself, i must make a home.
in myself.