In the sunrise, I gave it all up;
It's just me and a moment,
I’ll consciously disown it…
A frame of mind, i've seen it before;
Above a freckled smile in a frosty storm,
And with my youth, will it be swept away?
This presentness- to be tied to a place.
And all these cords i pulled, will they bend and fray?
When my face is kissed with an aging grey --
-- How can I know? As the pink sun kissed my face
How will I know - When will I fall from grace?
When will I hit the brakes?
from north and south ill search around
to find that sacred place
I'll kiss the ground in seward sound
in the spot old ashes lay
im shedding skin, becoming round
i'll find my hallowed space