Living Is Easy
So I've counted all the ones I've lost in a fraction of my life,
And it's all this figuring that has brought me here with doubts.
So I finally see the consequence of these dangerous thoughts;
"Have a great idea?" watch it dissipate.
Here I am,
I come with next to nothing so I lay me down.
Unveil my eyes.
Let me trace the path of your hand,
And follow with my hand.
How long can we fake it?
How far will it take us?
When we've been here a thousand years,
All carrying these wooden planks,
I'm not where I'm supposed to be,
Where I am is worlds away.
I stumble blindly to the ground,
With finger tips dug in the earth,
From dust to dust I've reconciled,
How I live is how I leave.
I'm waiting for my time to come,
For the sky to crack,
To end this awful drought.
I'm moving on, out through the door,
To open air, as a harbinger of life.