moss ft. CRIM Lyrics

There are lots of things I could've done

But I'm not there yet

Ways we could've won

If we placed a fair bet, but

That doesn't seem like the point

If there is one

It keeps moving

And I feel like we just need to keep choosing

Path laid as we tread through it

A man told me that once

As we shared a bench on seafront

He'd been here a while

And I trusted his smile

And how it had sculpted lines

That curved around eyes

He asked if I was peening poetry

Cos of my contemplative face it

Gave it away his

Guess was right

I sat down

Shared what I was writing

And he shared his life

I felt privileged

He told me

Not to forget that we

Came out of sea as moss did

So don't be so sure where you're going

Admitting our ignorance a start

We know only what's in heart

Pay attention to its beating

It's beating

Vast is the sea our sight lay upon

Casting thought we untie was forgone

We sat there in the limitlessness

Watching all the selves we were

Drift pass

Forgiving them

Thanking them

Seeing their innocence

We sat there as the limitlessness

And potential yet to come

He told me

Not to forget that we

Came out of sea as moss did

So don't be so sure where you're going

The space we dwell

Liminal

But isn't it all in-between

Even the elder trees are becoming

I think I thought I had become

But hadn't

Was sure I knew what this all was

But not I'm gladdened

To know we never will

We make our own meaning

Dream as we're sleeping

Just as real as what we see

When eyes open

And I've never felt so awake

[CRIM]

I never felt more content with a state

Of mind that can broaden a horizon.

Constantly found devising

A plan that will require a deep dive in

To discovery of selves,

Amongst shells,

Amongst growth that's timeless.

Spurred on by shade

To wish a good day

To anyone with pain where the heart is.

Dampen the mood where they tear,

But we don't care what people say,

We just learn from each mistake.

A man once shared a bench with me in a packed park,

Am I penning poetry, he asks.

Without hesitation or even a glance

up to his face,

I knew right there and then I couldn't say yes,

Cos he would ask to read it.

I couldn't bare to bring that kind of vulnerability

To anyone without belief in

The crisis we are all beseeched with.

He had a plastic bottle and cigarette

He pung off into the grass.

All that green now tainted by ash.

All that 'you don't know where you're going',

But deaths guaranteed.

So I spend my moments in ignorance,

For that's what's in the heart.

To this very moment, to this very day,

I never stepped foot back in that park.