You’ll trip. You’ll stumble.
You’ll find the will to rumble
And you’ll breathe
More than once, you’ll breathe
You’ll drop, you’ll gather.
You’ll find what it is you’d rather
And you’ll sleep
More than once, you’ll sleep
All the people you have been
Mold into an ocean, drowning thoughts
They could not sink
The evening night time brings
The darkness meets the morning and its bite
Poking holes for the stars to shed some light
You’ll stop. You’ll wander.
You’ll find all the things you’ve pondered
And you’ll swing
More than once, you’ll swing
You’ll run. You’ll dawdle.
You’ll find the leaves have mottled
And you’ll sing
More than once, you’ll sing