GATHERING STICKS (E A D G B E)
Show me how. Show me restraint. Giving up. making way. I am here. I have returned. Have I changed? What have I learned? Climbing mountains in the sky. Getting there. Not knowing why. Gathering sticks along the way. And I’ll make fire one day.
Letting go of ideas. Make me sure. Make me clear. Letting go of what I thought. All these things are store bought. On the surface of a lake. We fall in but we don’t break. Gathering rocks as I swim round. And one day I will build a house.
Through peaks. In the pits. I can stand. I can sit. Gathering what cannot be found.
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