Please don’t let me fall into hesitation yet Cause it’s these moments when silence starts sliding downhill quick And I’m watching trees go flying never digging in my heels to walk among them And the amnesia of this traveling begins to blur the memory of what I set out for Snow, my contact between me and something I remember A voice moving softly through the trees followed my people around the Caspian Sea And have we ever really listened with our stiff necks and broken wisdom? Picking berry-laden branches And did our trade or our surrender make us any less of pretenders? Tell me Break whatever’s in me that makes me dull and makes me dream of lesser colors lesser things; you can unzip me from the seams Kick all the props, cut all the strings, divert generational streams dig out my heart and make me scream if that is what will make me sing