Looking out over our territory
You bravely stood at the edge
of a moss ridden pile of practicality
Below, our vision scanned
our source for living (and our reason for providing)
And I loved the thought of suspending past the angles of parallels
And with backpacks filled with your weaknesses
we would walk further out of the boundaries of civil sanctity
and into the relief of simplicity

Into the fall of fiery colors
Land that's dying right on time
We drove until our wits ran out of chances
to jump out of our bodies and climb

We warmed ourselves up
with good deals and hand-me-downs
And we spoke and we listened
and I slept behind the sound
of a steady idea forming
and although the thought is still
in the process of a plan
I will sleep until the sound turns off my mind