Pine Trees

You can walk in the pine trees

You can settle down

You can hold the earth in your hands

You can run for marathons)

You can go the long way

You can carry my weight the whole way down

As the crow flies straight he holds me in his gaze

As he rises to his fate

We can do the same

I try not to visualise other people's eyes

In the compromising ways

And as I leave them far behind

I try to hide the route of my escape

You can sit in the pine trees you can sit alone

You can read in the sad silence of the world

You can bawl your heart out

Make your feelings known

Things the grass already knows

As the crow flies straight he holds me in his gaze

As he rises to his fate we can do the same

I try not to visualise other people's eyes

In the compromising ways

And as I leave them far behind

I try to hide the route of my escape