Fantasy Friday

We wondered through the silent pines

Stepping over shrouded roots

That intertwine under the earth

We could too if we choose

 

Do you know how you move me?

Do I trust those two hands?

Can I stand to start again?

To meet my raw demands

 

Grant me your theories and disbelief

We'll throw them in the back seat

Drag your fingers across my lips

You make my words obsolete

 

We wondered through the silent pines

Stepping over shrouded roots

That intertwine under the earth

No telling whose is whose

 

Do you know how you move me?

Like sunlight on the leaves

Searching for security

All growing from our seeds

 

And when we reach the line

Where the grass meets the road

The urge to turn around and run

Burn inside me, desperately grows

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