We live in a forest now,
With deer in the yard most days.
I work in the tallest building in town,
And from there you can see —
This whole city is a forest.
I am watching the sun go down tonight,
Why is it joy
Cannot be enough?
When did I get
So enamored with stuff?
How is it I
Do not sleep for long?
Why’s the will so weak,
And the longing so strong?
I remember when freedom was enough.
I remember how it felt to be connected to life.
I recall the decisions, and the changes that lead me here.
I’ve known what it is to regret, and to wish I could change the past.
So many trees, with so many branches,
So many years in the forest green:
So many ways that a heart can be broken
So many trees that fall down