Song

I sit and watch the world grow pure
Wash off the time, the hope, the fear
Leave only rivers bearing down
Tearing the acorn-crusted ground

I fray my knuckles on the grass
Too worried-smooth to let this pass
Lose and forget, I plead the chill
But cold and dry, my mind won’t still

[Chorus]

I could have offered all my joys
With none of obligation’s poise
But as you are a human too
The obligation’s what you’d choose

Now with the aching warmth of time
Perhaps I’ll learn to be more blind;
Despite the gray leaves of this scene
I know that trees are ever green.

[Chorus]

Chorus:

And if joy was
Not a difference
If I had expected nothing-
It’s been a glorious discomfort
Knowing you
A glorious discomfort