Proximity

Frozen tendrils nearly touching soft and gentle green Reside within the seasons in between Boulder perched, precarious On a rocky spine Reminds me of the things I left behind Proximity to something Opposite of what it used to be Speaks loudly to me Faint sound rustles in the tall grass As we walk by Our footsteps keeping time We pass some sad looking folks headed home We make our way into the great unknown Proximity to something Opposite of what it used to be Speaks loudly to me Speaks loudly to me (Instrumental) Proximity to something Opposite of what it used to be Speaks loudly to me Speaks loudly to me Loudly to me