I've been talking out of pocket
C passenger to my conscious
Other self in the cockpit
I let the calendar lose
The moon turned tides as the water froze
Mind spoke in prose
Voice wandered in the overgrowth
Let it go
Left it a space to breathe
Grew my roots in the solid ground under the leaves
Winds of the past a disease
I was finally free
Tired hands found peace planting seeds
Let it breathe
Tired hands found peace planting seeds
Let it breathe
These tired hands found peace planting seeds
Breathe