If I call out, will you answer me?
Far beyond the trees, it's something that I need
In an anxious whir, I'll hum myself to sleep
Peace and quiet down
The same motions I go through
Each and every day, it's how I'm keeping sane
It's that motion, forward backward inching way
It's that knowing, it won't be the same
And accepting to go on anyway
If I'm longing - what must I change?
Am I projecting onto someone or something?
It's these questions, that while I'm sleeping, make me wake
Am I honest? Learning?
Am I brave?
Will I walk in circles?
Will I learn to make it work or make the same mistakes?
Will it work like cursive?
Loop around, intersect where I'm not expecting?
Hmm, da-la-la-da-da
And then I could have fun
Anymore, anymore
And then I could have fun
Anymore
