Raison D’Etre

Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry.

I wanna touch the earth
I wanna break it in my hands
I wanna grow something wild and unruly


I wanna sleep on the hard ground, in the comfort of your arms
On a pillow of blue bonnets, in a blanket made of stars


I wanna walk and not run, I wanna skip and not fall
I wanna look at the horizon, and not see a building standing tall


I wanna be the only one, for miles and miles
Except for maybe you, and your simple smile…