Samsara

Youth crystals pummel my veins.
Pumping out the anchors nostalgia brings.
Lie me down, tied with the strings.
My idle hands still need work.

This mountain seems a fine place.

An easy peace between my heart and a handshake.
I'm not knotted, not afraid of some change.
It's my lucky day.

So does your garden grow?

So...

Questing through the valley of the gun.

Claiming all of its rewards one by one.
Ruby ridge, my eyes towards the sun.
Just soaked it up, sucked it in.

 

And my little one's riding out my wake.
Keeping steady, little land between two lakes.
Bigger fish swim up the current and gleam.  
I'm swimming low key, unseen.