crazy man

all i know is there is a beginning
and with every beginning there is an end
the trees that best avoid breaking
are the ones willing to bend
here i am bent over backward
for all the world to see
and it means absolutely nothing
as your eyes see right through me
but the branches scrape and squeak
like electric lines in the wind
they come together in the night
hand to hand and sin to sin
there is somewhere we are goin to
and somewhere we are from
and every turn in life we make
is from where we have come
you give to me the day
and take from me the night
my words are what you say
your eyes are my sight
fallen from within the house
to land upon the lawn
we sit in the the dew covered grass
and wait to awake the dawn
gathered in fields and rolling hills
running over river rough and wide
spinning in circles and daisy chains
the world filtered through rosy eyes