Is it so easy to believe
That these signs beckon so identically?
When transient scripts rarely strike so deeply by their resemblance, Do you hate me or am I just hard to please?

There's little ground to stand on atop these bridges I've defiled
If running out of options could only feel more out of style
But below there's passing water that just seems far more worth my while
Than to declare this tongue a forest fire

So we'll keep these doors open
May our shallow lungs runneth over with the breeze that's comin' in
Feel the push and pull or aquatic metaphors:
Just as likely vast and drowning as it is to be what's founded each step forth

(So we fail forth)

'Cause a fear of disrepair can grow overblown and trite
And surely less sustainable than some ailment more defined
So give me tribulations, so give me trials, and errors
And errors, and errors, causes, and "whys?"

And we'll keep these doors open
For the freedom of an exit or a longing for intervention
Feel the back and forth of my reckoning with tension
I promise to treat absence as no option because you don't

So I'll send greetings from Mt Molehill
And spend the season recounting time poorly spent
Why learn to read what's left unspoken
When we could leave 'em writing best-sellers at our expense?

(Who are you? How are you? Why are you? What's your goal for the day?
Who are you? How are you? Why are you? What's your goal for the day?)

So we'll leave these doors behind
Because separation has stayed well past its welcome
Shed the dreaded weight of self-stifling momentum
We've got firmer bridges to come along the way