like trees

Tell me where we gonna go

to lose ourselves tonight.

Where’s the map you drew

telling us where not to turn.

We’re on this straight and narrow,

but sometimes we don’t know the way;

And we feel okay wandering

Cuz we’re lost but not long gone.

Trees grow up around us;

Bark wrinkled in time.

We run our fingers over lines

Tracing history.

If I took your hand and we flew,

would you carry a parachute along,

to fling bright red into the sky

when you got scared of falling.

Or would you just sing loud and bring your smile,

and land with me in the canopy.

Tell me where we gonna go tonight;

We gonna fly and sing?

You lost the map, that’s what you told me

 we’re wandering like seeds.

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