Some Inn On Regol

Safety Net

Descend from that tree for fun Or climb with nothing To run away from

No sounds of fireworks Nothing left raw in the dark No direction written down for some time

To leave a mark A mark on a changing surface To feel like your leaving a mark

One day you will walk in the woods Through generations of chatter Just trying to get lost

And you'll fall in a dream And fall down from the tree Just for fun that you can't run away from