Thoughts

I count my steps by the weight of the ground

Every answer bends when I turn it around

I wear a smile like a borrowed coat

Fits for a minute,

then catches my throat

Every mirror tells a different truth

A little less certain,

a little less youth

If I am made from the names I've known

Who am I when I'm left alone

The room stays still but my mind keeps time

Drawing new shapes from an old straight line Tell me what stays

when the lights are gone What keeps singing when the day moves

on

Is it love or the need to be seen Is it all

in between

I go down to the root of it

Past the gold and the glitter of it

If the heart is a door,

who turns the key

Who decides what is mine in me

I go deep where the truth can live

Past the parts that I learned to give

When the night asks who I have been

I begin again within

I chased a word till it lost its sound

Dug for the sky with my hands in the ground Some people

trade in a polished face Some keep running but stay in place

I had to break what I called control Let a crack run

through the role

Now the silence is saying more Than a hundred open doors Maybe

I am the question now Maybe that is enough somehow Not every

road needs a name

Not every fire needs a flame (ooh) I can hold what I

do not know

And still have somewhere to go

I go down to

the root of it Past the gold and the glitter of it

If the heart is a door,

who turns the key

Who decides what is mine in me

I go deep where the truth can live

Past the parts that I learned to give

When the night asks who I have been

I begin again within

Back to the root of it

I begin

again within