Learning to Try

[eamon_danzig]

I pick my feet up off the beaten earth road
I don’t take time to ask why
They say they’ve got it figured out
While I’m still learning how to try

We make all puddles
Dripping down in fashion we
Take the brush to spread it finely
Across each others faces

Make eyes
Make nose
Let loose fingers and toes

I try to figure out just who we are
Are not, every day
God?
We seem to make each other move
God we need to see others painted new too

They say they’ve got it figured out
While I’m still learning how to try

And my breathing moments in the world
Visit from far towns from books
They carry clothing like they want to stay

So I say teach me
Bring me new news
About altogether time

But paintbrush comes
Running in again
To paint His face on mine

Books are fine I guess
They help me treat us all so nice
But they say they’ve got it figured out
While I’m still learning how to try

New colors come from
New souls of new people
And I slowly see the outline of God
Forming and forming the more I learn to love

And maybe that’s stupid

But I pick my feet up off the beaten earth road
I don’t take time to ask why
They say they’ve got it figured out

They say

But as much as I know that there is love
I’m still learning how to try