ALWAYS SEARCHING 
FOR WHAT I THINK TO NOT HAVE
WHEN MY DEEDS 
ONLY SEEK SIMPLICITY 
DESPITE WHAT SOME SAY 
IT’S MY PERSONAL REJECTION 
REFLECTIONS AND OBSESSIONS
OF A LIVING SO FREE 

EVERYTHING IN REACH 
SEEMS SO SO SO FAR AWAY 
FISHING FOR STARS
DOWN BY THE RIVER WHERE 
THERE’S AIR TO BREATHE

THE GIFT IS MY NURSE
IT FOSTERS SO BITTER AND SWEET 
WHEN I WITNESS A THING ON REPEAT
IT JUST SCREAMS DEATH BY FEARS DEFEAT
I RECEIVED A POSTCARD 
IT SAID “LET’S LIVE TO BE ALIVE”
LET’S LIVE TO BE ALIVE 
I ASKED THE MAILMAN 
HOW ELSE CAN WE REDEEM? 

EVERYTHING IN REACH 
SEEMS SO SO SO FAR AWAY 
FISHING FOR STARS
DOWN BY THE RIVER WHERE 
THERE’S AIR TO BREATHE