I wish I had run faster
Out of fields I'd grown in winter
I could get used to seeing from old eyes
Dine on dandelions
Sea glass blues
Tide pulling closer
Shells of me I left
I would bloody my feet
On the forest floor
Just to lose my way back
I am who I've always been now
Who I've always been
I was forced to leave
The trees that knew me
Painting seascapes in the middle of nowhere
Saltwater starvation
Kept my backyard dreams alive
Leaves speaking in light waves
Wind whispers caught in my hair