Journey(here i am)

I find it interesting how little we talk about negative topics In a serious, helpful light in the face of society It feels like there's a deep misunderstanding of trauma treatment Don't get me wrong, I've only been to therapy once and I ruined it I had this idea of a magic confessional booth, a spell to make it all click, but knowing And fixing are two sides of the same coin I've only ever found on tales Like, only in memes is it brought up that I've been to more funerals than weddings This happened year one, but the study will show the damage in a decade Blaming ourselves for the crime of letting it happen In the same heartbeat we tried to show our love Like, please It's only twelve steps It's only twelve for half a day You know, Jesus was a carpenter, he knew twelve joints So now all I need is a box to check or a drawer to pull to show I can stop playing this game But please, don't reminisce on the times that we had laughed and had tea Don't let the happy and sad mix your ying and yang Let it hang in the balance of the second you found myself dangling by kite strings Better yet, let it stand That yesterday is done with since before we cared about the third notion we wrote to the Times of our lives The give in the steering wheel is something earned Through the ditches we hit when the fog was thick and time was on our side Let it be known that the fruits we buy with our labor are scattered here In the plains we walk between mountain and valley We're worried about the anchors, but can you transfer a flame Do you know how to find food in a desert How long can you just put one foot in front of the other, soldier We have thirty miles before the next turn and the snails look like they're on a highway Gasping in this desert where the skyline is another fucking mountain I just hope that I have read enough to have built some stairs before I arrive Or the experience I've crafted just happens to be the right apparatus I've started thinking about the slippery, spiraling roads I always find on the backsides Of mountains at the end of a nice high plateau The first time I cut the fingers off my gloves so I could post a melodramatic one-liner in the hopes Of becoming a signal flare before my feet found the ocean instead I found plains covered in tulips, potatoes blooming under a cucumber lattice, big fucking Gourds next to the peppers, the nicest soil I have ever planted my feet in So here I am, under a storm Fine Turns out all I needed to do was run away from the smell of salt, ironically, to sugar cane I found the river's current has no weight compared to the ocean's undertow You know, the crazy thing is neither matters if you can build a big enough boat