You are there beyond what is mentioned when I rise from my chair
And predicting the future seems to always end in futility
I could walk with you through all these words that are foreign
But would I find I was burning in unutterable possibilities

Anticipation you cannot see in my stride when I move vaguely along
Plainly oblivious to all the grass growing under my feet
You see me breathing slowly and wonder how soon I will fly
Into phrases more pleasing than tasting honey is sweet

A temporary distance runs in a curve beyond what is mentioned
Your eyes seize the fire from half-truths you can hear
Present moment is held in nameless rooms hid in the dark
Where you try to read notes I penned for you there

I move vaguely along to plant footsteps that lead to my heart
Creating a path to free your own from this distance
I am not oblivious to the grasses growing under my feet
When I rise from my chair, I am anticipating a change
In our existence