(Parenthetical)

Happiness is for the soul to make
I'm learning to expand the space I allow myself to take
Pour the stream to steep the leafy dust
The tea takes what it needs and in turn I receive a fuller cup

Hope is just a way to cope with doubt
Doubt is just a route your heels have not yet wandered down
Shake his hand and follow 'round the bend
Scour the land until its bitter end

(Dark thoughts
Stewing in the pot
They'll all boil
If you watch them long enough)

Trust is such a must we mustn't slight
Fussing with my lust for comforts, cussing in the night
Who is this cheap heathen I am now?
Perspective's blurry lens suspends the confidence I've found

Stare into the eyes of the one you trust
Narrowing the whites, the iris hides the pupil's bluff
Then again the odds are out of ten
Here and there I turn a blind eye, what's the score again?

So I open up my chest and let you in
And just as free is me to, too, be wandering
Hoping that we'll both return again
Knowing if we don't there's still no end

When you look at me, can you see the death within?
Trees of fossiled bark, loss hanging from their labored limbs
But when you came I nearly thought I'd drown
Finally a man to quench my roots parched in the ground

You steer the ship, head high with mighty chin
Hold on to the sails and catch what ails me in the wind
Set our course, wake me when we arrive
But please have mercy Captain, let me sleep if we capsize

Back on land I toil in the sun
The clay embraced the spade as I embrace all I've become
My hell was once the depth of what I'd dug
I toss in all my cynicism, covered with the Dirt of love

Soft moss
Grows now on that spot
A bed for rest
A thread of untwisted plot