Unconventionally beautiful
Accidentally wonderful
Tripping on my tongue more than my shoes
Can’t look out for myself until I look after you
Unconditional melodies
Pre-positioned tragedies
How am I to know if you’re not gonna show
Leaping to great heights was a feat undeveloped
The mechanics of that dance practiced over and over until we tire of the rhythm
Creativity becoming the glorified cliche
I wonder what they would have thought of us today
Composing poetry
A skill still unknown to me
Pluck your guitar strings and sing us a song
[2014]
Woolgathering 