Always Running Against the Wind

Far across the cornfields I go
Little twigs nipping under my feet
While my heart is at home

Underneath a road so steep
Surrounded by fog's mask

But up to the task.
Can't remember when it was dark
When the sun came up

A folded pocket somewhere
Holding your stories close
Ghosts they reappear
In mountains stacked with fear
Said I could not get anywhere

Though far away
We are still the same

Beyond the blind jungle
Signature of a rainbow
My heart is at home.

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