Wildflowers in the Weeds

Terri thinks she is cursed
Or the fruit of unlucky genetics
Cuz there are laws of the Universe
That govern the earthly and etheric

All she needs is one clean break
In her heart of her bad habits
To really hunger for something
Before she reaches out to grab it

As above, so below
Terri reaps what she sews
40 seasons since she's planted any seeds
In between winter and spring
Hides the secret of every living thing
And she's looking for the wildflowers in the weeds

It's the law of polarity
Every action has an inverse reaction
Terri believes in posterity
But not the law of attraction

So she keeps them to herself
All her dreams and her desires
Of love and luck and health
Afraid of the action faith requires

In her backward little town
East is west and up is down
Gravity, it is the only constant creed
Prayers move slower than the speed of sound
Fall from her lips straight to the ground
Where they germinate like wildflowers in the weeds

She looks at the classifieds
She looks at the internet.
If only changing was as easy as changing the channels on her TV set
She looks at her horoscope
She looks at the almanac
She looks at the Bible and the Big Book
Looking for a needle in a haystack

Terri's looking for some roots
She's digging down below the surface
Solving for the absolutes
She goes to work with a purpose

Terri buys a piece of land
A quarter acre is more than she needs
To feel the soil in her hands
She waters the wildflowers in the weeds