Beckoning Me Beyond My Self
walking through the desert
what's that over there
in the distance?
it seems near enough
i could make it there
before sunset i'm sure
i feel it's calling me,
"come here"
alas, i am a tree
i can only branch out
so far
extending beyond myself
i reach out
back to you
"i'll come to you,
sweet, icy snow cone,
cross the desert,
i'll come to you,
far in the distant marshland"
i grew and grew, inches and feet closer to you, and you crumbled, rock by rock, closer to me too,
but as i grew out, branching towards your snowcone marshylands, my roots grew me in deeper here,
so what now can i do?
so i rest,
admiring from afar,
i feel your call,
and i see you right there, plain in sight,
standing tall,
beyond my stride
so
i rest
deeper into myself
what's that over there
in the distance?
it seems near enough
i could make it there
before sunset i'm sure
i feel it's calling me,
"come here"
alas, i am a tree
i can only branch out
so far
extending beyond myself
i reach out
back to you
"i'll come to you,
sweet, icy snow cone,
cross the desert,
i'll come to you,
far in the distant marshland"
i grew and grew, inches and feet closer to you, and you crumbled, rock by rock, closer to me too,
but as i grew out, branching towards your snowcone marshylands, my roots grew me in deeper here,
so what now can i do?
so i rest,
admiring from afar,
i feel your call,
and i see you right there, plain in sight,
standing tall,
beyond my stride
so
i rest
deeper into myself