From the floor up to the ceiling
I get by on just believing there's more in life to come from
And there's more than just being someone
On the ground now I am kneeling
I don't get high, but I want the feeling
The feeling of letting go, embracing all that's unknown
From the front porch I am seeing
Clouds through the trees
Flowers that the monarchs know, and rocks where the gardens grow
I don't know what I am needing, I'm confused on all my being
I don't even know where I'm supposed to go, I don't even know where I want to grow
And I say