The landscape’s wrinkles are starting to show I planted, I toiled, I hoped you could grow But you won’t change I had a thought It starts with you and me getting away Because our lives fell through what I prayed the earth could contain We’ve run aground against a stone dislodged by a sea that seeped In after a city upon a hill embraced a song sight unseen This place isn’t all it promised me it could be These are dichotomies
I could’ve never reckoned with The wrinkles in my landscape are starting to show And I guess I’m beginning to grow Outward and inward the grasses and trees fashion a new body to venture on I had a thought, and it was about running I’d say that thought still suits me fine most times when I find myself digging through life one note at a time If the soil is to be found inside then I’ll be the first to unearth and grow my source of light