I Think We Made This

High above the world where the spirits run free I try to hold it steady but it slips out of me I thought it would feel grounded something I could keep but it keeps unfolding somewhere out of reach Constructing the truth… …or just letting it be? High above the world I feel it changing shape nothing stays in place now nothing stays the same High above the world we don’t come back down no fixed direction now we just move through it Where the spirits run free we don’t need control we’re shaping what we feel till it takes its form high above… don’t fall back… we made this… constructing the truth… I thought I understood it something clear and defined but it keeps rearranging every piece in my mind High above the world nothing left to hold we let it unfold we let it take control Constructing the truth with every step we take it bends, it breaks then it builds again High above the world no ground to return to we don’t follow paths we become them