Wist/Mist Lyrics

Sharpen up your stones

Hide them under where I sleep

Building something good

Or trying to keep up with it

The hills are marching far

Rolling over each other

Stillness is a friend

So grab its wispy hand

Working just to eat

Eating just to work again

Moving in the fog

Any way I can, I can

Learning just to be

Being just to learn again

Feel the silent song

Forging on and on and on

Spiders spin their webs

After its knocked down again

Move any way you can

Like roots of a deciduous

On the forest floor

Slugs and snails are moseying

The mighty little chants

Of the tiny rivulets

Out on the water where the mist whispers

Stories indiscernible

Let's whittle their words into something useful

to keep our tiny selves afloat

Outside my bedroom does the wind listen

To all our sounds nonsensical

Does it carry or voices to a great nowhere

To create a chorus of its own