The Point

There’s a terrible notion that we are what we done
Don’t sell me it’s true that forgiveness is gone
Because at the heart of redemption there’s no saint to be found
Just the fucked up and holy, sharing the sound
Now there’s a man on the sidewalk with some cardboard that reads:
If you died here right now where would your soul sleep?
But I think I’m done with the question, it’s kept me up so many nights
Bound to go for a walk, feel the trees
Outside of every formable view
There’s an all inverted version of you
Swinging on the outskirts of history
In a spacetime dance
And with a universe inside every iris
There’s no saying what we find is a sure bet now
So I’m breaking through the pains of the romance
For a toss up coin
Letting go of the point
Go and fight for the feeling but we’re wasting our time
On highway Valeros, friends by the fire
Because there’s nothing we carry when these bodies decay
Just your guess, good as mine, and some truths that we
Face inside some pervious light
When it’s never so black and white
So I’m learning how to live in the mystery
A peace in the choice
Letting go of the point