Hunter gatherers, a life not so rehearsed
River basin blues, please turn off the news
Create something for ourselves
Kill our food and dig our wells
Clear new paths with primitive tools
Bodies working at full potential
How our strength was meant to be used
Cure my uselessness
Whether self-inflicted or just learned behavior
I'm parched for fresher waters
Teach me something new
Like how to get out of here
Desperate to see what's out there
Aware of how long I've been stuck in here
Hesitance rooted in my deepest fears
New found motivation keeps me on my toes
Is it strong enough to displace my current state
Hoping things don't get put off
Like I'm not a stone gathering moss
Say I'm not happy here
Fall asleep, ambitions disappear
My feet in cement, I'm rooted to routine
Take my basic skills to market, come back feeling empty handed
We've got to get out
Onwards and outwards we head for the outskirts
As we're ripping holes in the layers of our comfort zones
Feed off each other, I'll drink you like water
Until my thirst has been quenched and it's routine to roam
Explore a new world
Exhale the old dust
I don't know how to leave
But I know that I can't stay