From way up high the world seems still
But alive
Eyes follow lines from hill to hill
Seeing time
The water carves its tiny veins
To its goal
Great mountains move but it remains
In control
In all faces
In all cries
The heart races
The soul lies
They all make it
In their time
Their own places
But where's mine
Clouds moving in obscure the view
In degrees
But losing sight is nothing new
Not for me
No use in trying to retain
What they stole
I'm only trying to remain in control