I can tell myself I know the answers
Try to puzzle out the painful things I’ve yet to learn
But i don’t understand the subtle plan
And still I wonder
As the seeds we’ve sown fall to earth and grow
In a barren land
Sheltered in our seasoned hardness
Shall we shed a stagnant tear to ease our wooden hearts?
Well that depends
With our precious hands clutching painted sand
And our broken wheels in doubt as we turn for home
Melting in a dream of gardens
I was walking through the trees when someone called my name
I long to trespass down that path again
And though I’ve no regrets
I can still recall when the first leaves fall
How I lost my way
Parachuting into darkness
Doesn’t every wounded hero live to fight again?
I’m baling out
But the profiteers stole my surplus years
Am I somersaulting headlong into the ground?