Wooden

Quiet onset of a yawn

Old growth onslaught

Shallow foresight

Dawn dawns on these lawns

In a town on a mountain

Where the ghosts inhabit poisoned wooden caves

And the things they do and the things they say

Live in smaller caves

And the details of those things

Dwell in even smaller caves

A truth or two got lost

Nary a tooth got flossed

On the hearth near the mallard drake

In the entertainment center by the sliding door

On a spotlit plinth in an empty corridor

From one ear to the other

In a terracotta pot upon a bookcase

In a handcrafted cabinet of spoons

When you lose your mind

Leave those useless curios behind

Always be you

You will always be you

And I think that that's a good person to be

As long as you're doing

No harm unto others

Then you're always doing the right thing by me

You're always doing the right thing by me

But how can I do that

When I have no habitat?

When they shoot you down

To prove that they exist

Hold your ground and passively resist

Hold your ground and passively resist

Why me?

Why me?

Always bleeding in the brambles

Isn't there somebody else I could be?

Always be you

You will always be you

And I think that that's a good person to be

As long as you're doing

No harm unto others

Then you're always doing the right thing by me

You're always doing the right thing by me

Sow the seeds of peace

I agree

But also see the forest for the trees

You can spend your whole life

Planting annuals dutifully year after year

But by no small marigold patch will

An Ivory-billed Woodpecker appear

You can spend your whole life

Planting annuals dutifully year after year

But by no small marigold patch will

An Ivory-billed Woodpecker appear