Under unsure skies my eyes evaluate the light To decide how much they can afford to let inside And interpret the colors to try and show my mind what's true No matter how defined and brilliant are the hues I tend to read them blue A surplus of comfort tends to form a crippling hole That lets you eat all night and never quite feel full But leaves us haunted by years when we were still too young to know We had as much as any human life can hold But still worried if there could be more When the dawn explodes In this tawny meadow The birdsong swallows my angst and fills my throat Because the fear of my secrets has stolen up too many years And I am tired of being blind to all that's here So I pine for day I'm finally not surprised to find That freedom only comes inseparably tied To promises that guide Me honestly toward my own mind