Gone to Ground

You could walk the marshes and go far, 

 you could be the one to find the star. 

 Sometimes the path is not known 

 maybe the journey we've outgrown 

 And the rose no thorns for you, 

 no pricks to worry about

 We suppose it's a guessing game, 

 no one really knows 

 I could be floating away, 

 I may not be here today 

 I give the impression that I'm here, 

 I don’t know if I'm far or if I'm near 

 No one really knows, what's out there

 We've all gone to ground, and no one cares.