In a field of full of our dreams
We may always look over our shoulders
And wonder how often our schemes
Become as hard to move as boulders

If only to gain some better discretion
Could ever have helped us make
We’d still dispute which direction
No matter which path we’d take

Things left unsaid are unclear
From even our best intention
Having no fear to say what is dear
Is leaving no seeds for contention

Why are we so completely insensitive
When our strongest desires are known
When we struggle in our own defenses
Looking for our shadows to be shown

Who are we mere mortals all the same
Never even a fairy to chase away
Who else do we have to blame
Just being who we are everyday