I arrived here with no preconceptions.
I’m here now still, but with two reflections.
Looking through that I can see my past,
And notions of pessimism that anything good can last.
It started with a slight uncertainty
I didn’t think I had an identity.
A piece of driftwood, from shore to shore.
Yet embedded in solitude in a distant arbor.
one day i’m gonna actually finish a song
