Float around like you've been here,
your feet are light so steer.
We'll run through trees heads down,
the trace of steps unfound.
Branches break up falling lights,
so stay right behind a sigh.
A sense of solitude,
the prize of gratitude.
You know, you know this.
You know, you know, you know this.
We sit between the noise above
below the silence we think of.
The awkwardness around
has fleeted us.
A comfort unlike soft pillows,
a feeling of a home -
a place to lose it all,
intrigue the right to stop.
Hoping there's more than the places we go, we go to hideaway.
Quietly quitting and doing more inside a day.