Can we draw on the wall that encloses us
Draw swaying leaves of green and gold
We want to run away
Across the capturing vastness of a field
Then fall on a bed of grass
to give way to more dreaming

What's behind this wall?
Can we draw a red thread
From each of our fingertips
One ending another beginning
Until we've caught eternity?

Though sorrow dwells in this enclosure
Emptiness sitting on space
I tug at our red thread
blood across the green field
to guide my way