Aaron Johnson
Often times
We find
The things we weren’t looking for
In the things we weren’t trying not to find
And you end up staring
Into the face of fait
Learning the gun goes off on it’s own
Jumping before you can
There you are looking at the rings of fire you would rather hold than jump through
Just another clown on his way to work
Your intentions thought up but not by you
Waiting for that nine to five o live in the staff room
Yeah plans don’t get you far from that clock
That’s why I leave an empty map next to my bed
Yeah and I know who’s got the marker
He’s just working with the paper I give him
I’m just the paper
I see him every time I stare up at those stars
Why the God who placed the stars in the sky would wash my feet
I’ll never understand, I could just stare at his sky forever and never understand
Only know how he makes me feel
How he makes it all real
