Tired Hands (Interlude)

I've been talking out of pocket c passenger to my conscious Other self in the cockpit I let the calendar lose The moon turned tides as the water froze Mind spoke in prose Voice wandered in the overgrowth Let it go Left it a space to breathe Grew my roots in the solid ground under the leaves Winds of the past a disease I was finally free Tired hands found peace planting seeds Let it breathe Tired hands found peace planting seeds Let it breathe These tired hands found peace planting seeds Breathe