There’s several ways to catch me up:
Up to Golden Altars Run
Growth won’t come by catching up – the cultivation overcomes.
A life in time won’t grow at all, it’s time and life that passes by.
Growth won’t come by catching up.
It’s a big event in history; to push like waves an accident;
that cultivates a rushing wave of foolish stuff.
There’s several ways to keep in touch:
Loving arms do lift me up
Wrestle me down into the dark – wrestle me you finite spark.
Incidental wrestling calls for consequential things that come.
Wrestle me down into the dark.
I’ve got arms to fight the dark; these hands attached to other arms;
they’ve got sparks that cause alarm!
