balisage - Up Front
We are all lost within ourselves
So we search we search
And hope to find out
The truth but it's so much easier
Said than done and we're all climbing trees
That have branches that break and looking
For roads we can take to get somewhere
Before someone else gets wherever
We're going we're tarnished
And wounding and shallow like shadows
But trustful and caring and furnished
Like mansions but fearful and helpless
And clumsy like children but daring and hopeful
We take another breath
Take another another breath
Take another another breath
Take another breath
Take another breath
With this breath
And with his breath
We start to understand that no one plants
A sign along the roads we take maybe
The truth lies deep within the search itself
Maybe our balisage is the choices we make
