trust not the deal maker, but don't i ever
feed not the meal raker, though it is clever
we jump about but what if truth were on the line
inside out, the world would leave itself behind
dread not the _, the light is yet to shine
my eyes scan for messages of hope in concrete
asking my surroundings for wisdom from which to speak
i wait and i repeat
i'm hidden by the avenues i seek
fear not the field raiser, the roots are left behind
i know the way and yet i'm seeking a direction
we push away and still we thirst for a connection
