Where is the trail I seek in you?
Upon loose stones these cliffs were endowed.
And while I'm distracted by the birds,
They won't come too close or sing to loud.
So this is the path I wander down.
Placed here by something I can't question.
You're so far ahead and left behind.
Can I not catch up with shallow sin?
Negligent and parallel to progressive,
I can't seem to covet the new.
What has been said, What should be done,
It's all just a game of keeping in touch.
Like this laceration,
Love never thought of scabbing too much.
It's obvious: despite all of my discretions,
I'm falling, always back to you.
