i forgot to know what could be forgotten
  or what could be conceived
  and into the streams of time we flow
  two by two
   into this arch we’ve built for ourselves
  they say you’re a needle in a haystack
  it all fell too easily
   we are now brushed away
  an ax to the base of a tree
   three swings and it was good enough
   i was on top of a building
    and I could see for miles miles miles
     i just had my pride pinned to the wall
     it just held up there rock steady
   marvel at how far a man can fall
    and see that life’s a uphill battle
     sharpen your senses to perceive
   the  Goliath of opportunities
   penetrate into the deeper layers
    and don’t think of climbing back out
     rectify your wrongs
       and make it all into a song

 

pt 2. 

  
    to conceive of the possibility of possibilities
   is a chance to right all my wrongs
   hopelessness is an easy hole to dig
  when you forgot your original intention
   was to dig a well
   where water can spring
    from the lowest point
   from the bottom up
    and to take the chance to love
    is a dangerous chance to take
    harminouizing my voice
   with yours
    is hard enough
    my voice always cracks