the quiet ones survive the chaos
the loudest become part of it
you’re the only thing I‘ve gotten right
you‘re right about a lot of things
I‘m stumbling through the forests loudly
but you can climb and run and make me
see myself so highly
but then you leave and then you let me
fall again, and time is slowing down
while you‘re still high above the ground
But you‘re too ashamed to take a look at me now