Out of the Woods

Straight through to the Pine Sol
That tree lines the break
I take hedge clippers against the branch and carve out my face
At one point it was risky to play Pac-man all-day
Put another quarter in while my undershirts spin around in number 8
For later a plate full of fruit out of season
My keys in the gate
This teaspoon of sugar never hurt anybody
Eventually, it's all in the chase
The scenery change
An article in the New Yorker pay-walled
But I can see its 5 ways to break in the safe
Boils down to being present
My ears in, I'm listening for a change
The tree crashes like some sort've ghost
But no one hears a thing

No one hears a thing
No one hears a thing
If I could hear anything
If I could hear anything
No one hears a thing

Quoting my grandfather's sayings
Sound like philosopher-think
I didn't fall far from the tree
Learning good things will blossom with age
I just take it as a moment to thank him
I carry mantras til I toss in the grave
From the valleys to the peaks
That's atop the terrain
A river running through it
Persistently fed from the droplets of rain
I viciously cycle my heart full of faith
Resourceful, made soup from the docile remains
Of leftovers I forgot that I ate
Watching Semi-Pro across my display
Won't dig a hole if the topography plain
I sunk my heels in hiking shoes
Double-knotted for strength
When it's a climb I don't get lost in the chase
Waving like a spruce in the wind
I found a semblance from the blotch on a page
My mental juggernauts constantly fade
Caught a boost, got yerba mate to thank
While the rest of it just locked in the safe

No one hears a thing
No one hears a thing
If I could hear anything
If I could hear anything
No one hears a thing