I found you at the bottom of my deepest year
In a basement full of sandbox kids 
Finding fun again without the knives
They use to carve a way out of their minds
A freedom you called God before you filled the void with all you had to give

There we'll be
Sore from stories over-told
With words like memories-- they can't define our history
As we cross the line
With glaciers stopped by checkered flags
To save a checkered past
From waiting for us after class

Let's string a length between the stars and what they are
And push and pull until we find
A balance point 
Cause policy makes puzzle pieces; patchwork little lives
And I am stuck on sticking landings on the point of living so subjectively

Or you could trace the short route to simply being kind

There we'll be
Sunlight freckled on our cheeks
You teach me the morning and I'll teach you in the dark
These words don't mean a thing
Our names are pretty labels but the syllables have value by the virtue of being yours

I wish you knew how rare you are
I wish you knew what seemed so far
Found you and now it's safe to breathe

I'm heading east this summer, you know I'll hate the heat
But I'll find the ocean on a beach
To lose myself
And out where you are found, a river runs through every town
So cradle something small that waves a false white flag to the currents like a Trojan horse
Drop it, knowing all things have a source

And there I'll be
Sore from turning over rocks
Looking underneath to rebelieve in mysteries
Suddenly, a lap
Against my ankles tickles me
And plays a memory
And I know what you mean when you said, "I don't need a plan."