i lost myself in folds and found out the simple things like how things build on themselves from simple starts and it all comes back to the heart and you can't run from yourself if you really wanna live you have to get down in the nit and grit spittle bone and fire to see your face in the mirror of old feel your hand in the wrongs of the world and oh it burns like hell yes it burns like hell but go far enough and you'll come back low enough and you'll rise up all to find your place in the tree hopefully because we people forget and it sure can get hard to see but in the end it's whatever we believe that sets the pace so have some sense about your say in this race because the flesh on your bones cannot lie when to the earth it returns
