A chair in the corner. One leg broken. And a whisper in the hall. There's frustration. Another walk around the room. A loss of direction. Before the start.
Can't think a straight line beyond the hill. It seems like a mountain. Next to an ocean, behind a thrill. Almost in my reach. . If there's a way I could.
Feel heavy. Once felt it hard. . Question an answer. For a thousand days. Give birth to the earth. Then let it drift away. . Open and flow. Just swinging forever.