Home in My Own Shoes

In the shadows
the threads are so much thinner,

letting go
too easy
when no one is watching.

In the shadows
all I have is inner focus,

the walls get higher
walls get higher.

The sound gets clearer
and less of it needed to hear,

Less of it
needed to hear.

No sun
to show
me the smoke
rising.

In the shadows
letting go
gets clearer

No sun
to show
me the smoke
rising,

and finding the threads
the threads back out
so much harder once you've dropped
dropped you're grasp.

When your reality
becomes only
where and what
you are.

When no one is watching
and you've dropped
  let go
     started a stop

but here I fell too far
too far gone
or alone,

and just need one extra hand or eye
to get back.

We need the strings
the threads
threads to hold us

We have them
whether we see it
or tug them so loose they seem gone.

But in the shadows
when no one is watching,

the walls get higher,
the walls get higher,
in the shadows
the threads are so much thinner,

letting go,
being bound--having reality
only lasts so long in only one's own mind only.

In the shadows
when no one is watching,

the walls get higher,
the walls get higher,
in the shadows
the threads are so much thinner.

The sound gets clearer
and less of it is needed to hear

less of it
needed to hear

in the shadows
letting go
gets clearer

one day
I may just stay
or keep going down
the tunnel
instead of walking out each morning

can't see my mind through the trees
but you
you
if I can get one smile
on to your face
a day

one smile onto your face
a day
that I will keep coming
back
coming back for
back for
for this all.

In the shadows
it is so easy to have only your own thoughts
but in the morning
I have yours at mind,

and that brings me home
brings me home
home in my own shoes

in my own shoes
but more

more in the company
in hands and eyes
connecting

and as hard as it is
to hear
to hear through the din
of day
I hear what I need
hear what I need
what I need.