day one, I'm all fragments
adrift beneath a canopy of pine
alone, awake and scattered
unsure of what I've been sent here to find
pray the hit lands clean
I've been blowing off some steam
boxing shadows in the moonlight on the lake
the truth will move through me
like it moves through everything
in the stillness I can feel it taking shape
long gone that ceaseless creaking
of ancient worry twisting up my spine
no time, no before or after
no made-up monsters loitering in my mind
fight the midday sun
coming blissfully undone
your fear is but a shadow on your face
the truth will move through you
like it always seems to do
mirrored fragments on the surface of the lake
pray the hit lands clean
I've been blowing off some steam
boxing shadows in the moonlight on the lake
the truth will move through me
like it moves through everything
in the stillness I can feel it taking shape