Fake Problems
"Busy Bees"

From the first breath of sunlight,
I could hears songs from the trees.
All around the wilderness,
Melodies directed towards me,
But when I sang along,
They all changed their harmonies
To hymns of persuasion,
I was blown away with the leaves,
And forced to a conclusion about the path ahead.
I analyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.

And I'll go until these bones don't go.

If the sun is kind enough,
I'll find a nice place to rest.
Light will pour and rain down
As a song tied to her breath.
In her words, I could see a thoughtful line,
If these bones don't go on,
Arrest me for a crime
That I've perpetrated,
And I'm who it's against.
Living life in constant motion
Is the only way I'll be content.

And I'll go until this body don't go.