We can go

To a place

Where even our imperfections

Can rest safe

I thought

We were on our way

But we’re so quick to get lost

These days

So we move on

Like waves of prairie grass

No use blaming the summer wind

For rushing past

In the moments when I held my ground and stayed

I was only standing in the way

There is a point

On the map

When it’s laying flat

Seems easy to arrive at

But in the world

And all the stories I have heard

If you let go

Things might circle back

Standing in a fork in the road

And in the hand, I wanna hold

You gotta take care

Take care when you go

A knife in the heart

And in the drawer, it isn’t sharp

But a dull blade is still

Wielding harm