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I'm still trying to cross this bridge they call insecure
With its ropes' firm attachment into the back of my mind
The ropes that constantly knot within my stomach
But I'm learning to cross
With my eyes closed
But I'm learning to sleep
With my thoughts closed
But despite this new knowledge, I'm still uneasy.
I found this beautiful flower,
but I'm scared its grown tired of my attention.
I want to be elemental to its exisitance, but fear that I am trivial.
I'm afraid of falling in love with nature, I'm afraid I am.
But, its to early in the day to ponder such idealistic thoughts.
Don't think about it, dont think...just don't.
I'm still trying to cross this bridge they call insecure
With its ropes' firm attachment into the back of my mind
The ropes that constantly knot within my stomach
But I'm learning to cross
With my eyes closed
But I'm learning to sleep
With my thoughts closed
But despite this new knowledge, I'm still uneasy.
I found this beautiful flower,
but I'm scared its grown tired of my attention.
I want to be elemental to its exisitance, but fear that I am trivial.
I'm afraid of falling in love with nature, I'm afraid I am.
But, its to early in the day to ponder such idealistic thoughts.
Don't think about it, dont think...just don't.
I'm still trying to cross this bridge they call insecure