The clouds are staggering tonight
The dawn a protein in my eye
And I have lived a life before
Traced the rain drops down
Asking who first could reach the sill

I've been accepting that I'm never gonna change the world
Though I've crossed vastnesses to surface in yours

While the jettison whites the shore
I had the reach of a sycamore
Though my braided seeds could fly
I saw only the tying in their infinite lines

I have felt the enormous permanence of a soul
And the heartbreak of impermanence
I've learned from hunger and the smile behind
While leaning upon those that value and give value to mine

And I have held many mentors
And too many lovers
But still was just the sum of those three I most discovered

And I found the confidence to be myself
But only after finding that in someone else
And I have made family of strangers
And vice versa oblivious to the significance of either of those things

While the jettison whites the shore
I had the reach of a sycamore
Though my braided seeds could fly
I saw only the tie in their infinite lines

I saw that morning and broke
Reaching my ecstasy
Having longed to die in your arms
And seeing yourself as a product of history
Ask: Where do you go?

While the jettison whites the shore
I had the reach of a sycamore
Though my braided seeds could fly
I saw only the tie in their infinite lines