the twisting of language when my muscles start to relax my mouth tightens and bursts while my head just starts to hurt a thousand highways are congested and i'm afraid i'm one more car feeling short of some fuel now the destination's just so far if i could sleep off the highway maybe one more night one less day i'll make it toward my destination where forever my bones will lay the trees fall, they create my cradle the river; at it's base i trip at the cool water i ladle convert me to that nature, in the darkness of a corner a ray of light to trace the owl's flight the moon on the ceiling, walks me toward the meaning tells me where the night is leading and i'm not doomed to walk afright the fox is my brother, near the chapel in the trees the forest is my lover, forever spouse to me