Paths

Melt into the earth

delve into the dirt

into the grime and pollution

of human nature

capture quiet sounds of sorrow

deep within the daunting hollows

caves that whine with sounds of sickness

forged in filth

I'll say to myself

you're not the rest

you're at your best

oh I'll lie to myself

you're not the rest 

you're at your best

I wont call to crows that nest in rows

who capture shiny tin

and bits of scrap

I'm on my own

and okay with that

I'll make a path of better acts

from here

to where I find my home

from there I'll find my way