Stand still,
Stay on your feet
Leave the place inside your head
Don't fall asleep
Trust me, there is more ahead
Walk gravel streets
Fruit for sale just down the road
What's incomplete?
And did you just say you were bored?
Stand atop a landlocked island
Open sea, a mystery
Everything is fine with me right now
Wind keeps hold of dancing feet and
Sets your bond with gravity
Learn cursive and learn God at the same time
There's no need to rush the stage
Others do just fine and play
Off of unfamiliar terrain
Visions of eternity
Lambs receive immunity
As the butcher turns and grabs his knife
Most satisfied in magazines
Face down, dreaming, fast asleep
I swear this is a decent place
At least a most sufficient place
Hungry eyes see further than I care to feel
Grasses I know I won't feel under my feet
Now is but a moment from the main event
But it is and was a moment all the same
I'd like to think a squirrel always dreams of his home
I understand the schemes forged by a garden gnome
The reek of stark impatience from the day we're born
Nomads from the start and restless until close
Stand still
And see what I feel
