I hear that the wind says: “There’s something to be said for journeying back to that grove where you started” You know that I’ve rarely glimpsed the desert with an objective lens Because wasteland carries the air of digression to me And while greenness may hold me, one day I might breathe free Provided the rain can’t wash us all away, I’ll cut through the days keeping my lungs at bay And welcome the space that separates us We were never the same I find comfort when I say: “We’ll never grow the same” Let me be the borderlands We’re branches joined errantly—we were never the same I’ll carve out a home in every place that spurns your name I’ll broaden my gaze with sundry views and witness new terrains Provided the rain can’t wash us all away, I’ll cut the days keeping my lungs at bay I’m given away to that awkward feeling that charts a path through eastern heights and valley depths I wanna see your plains in disrepair and honest light And full of life In honest light Provided the rain