i wish that i could tell you everything you need to hear, a sound coherent message that would travel through your ears
i know that if I listen you will tell me what to say, and so i close my eyes, begin to speak without delay
the fear will neither stop me nor put needles in my mouth, and time is only present so I can't not let it out
i might be repetitious but that serves a purpose too, in marking like an accent all the necessary truths
so carry any lessons that belong inside your hands, and meet me at the corner where the ground is made of sand
for here you'll find the water that is buried but contained, and should you pass the cup to me I'll take in what remains
continue on ahead of me and I will watch your back, make note of any voices that can put you off your track
remember what you told me and then fight to not forget, the road may be unyielding but your walk's not finished yet