The landscape’s wrinkles are starting to show
I planted, I toiled, I hoped you could grow
But you won’t change
I had a thought
It starts with you and me getting away
Because our lives fell through what I prayed the earth could contain
We’ve run aground against a stone dislodged by a sea that seeped
In after a city upon a hill embraced a song sight unseen
This place isn’t all it promised me it could be
These are dichotomies
I could’ve never reckoned with
The wrinkles in my landscape are starting to show
And I guess I’m beginning to grow
Outward and inward the grasses and trees fashion a new body to venture on
I had a thought, and it was about running
I’d say that thought still suits me fine most times when
I find myself digging through life one note at a time
If the soil is to be found inside then
I’ll be the first to unearth and grow my source of light