On my mind
The new always comes with scares
Excitement, and a feel of being lost
There are too many mountains to climb
Too many streams to cross
Way too many nooks, crannies to look
But where do I start from?
How do I fly when I can’t even crawl?
How do I find my way
When my eyes can see only darkness
There are bridges one must build
And there are people we can’t trust
There are stories one must not tell, and
there are tales the ear must harken to
If the family doesn’t kill the man
No stranger will walkover his grave.