when are they going to tell me
I’m unwise
I never knew I was morally righteous
in his eyes
Perhaps my time in campaign
Has all been the same
For the sake of the sacred,
A misguided gang
When I’m led like a child
By your stare
Like a lamb
If I take a step further
it will change who I am
your error in confidence
but your stellar gaze
Compels my days

I don’t know if I’m ready
I don’t know if it’s fair
I don’t know if I’m ready
I don’t know if it’s fair

I’m a seeming romantic
My thoughts in a straight line
Your hair in a straight line
Our hearts in a straight line
Two points connected by an infinite motion
Two points in the abstract void of space and time
Two points at times defined by x and y
Can you feel the connection?
Or do you need one
My water-bringing days
Deep under your dirt
Beckons new drink
Fills your roots