Five Points

A year alone: mistook the forest

for the trees and a house for a home.

A wandering mind swept out

the romance from under my feet.

Don't leave behind comfort

and knowledge for clouded minds,

my soul's an olive tree

and I'll be gnarled and twisted for centuries.

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause

outside these senses and laws?

Barbed wire fences and all,

you've staked me to five points;

My choice to break still remains.

We humbled ourselves in scenic sanctuaries

and took our place in the cliff-rock face

to let God lay waste to whatever he may.

But we failed to see he's you and me,

that corner of our brain we've yet to name.

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause?

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause?

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause?

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause?

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause?

Is this my nature?

Have I a greater cause?