There's no person I’m trying to get back to
no self that is lost
I'm not searching for what was or has been
only now and what will be
matters to me.
Building new walls up
from nothing but rubble
from nothing but dirt
breaking to re-grow.
Hard clay doesn't move too well
but I have a shovel in one hand
and trouble in the other
I’m working it.
Starting with rocky foundations
doesn't bother me
It's all coming together now