Sparrow

The man asks for his time again
The freedom of the quickest sand
A land untouched by his own hands
So he may learn to grow again
But he knows now won’t cease to be
The failures of this human tree
The concrete garden he now knows
Forever flourishes and flows
And so it goes
And so it grows
No you don’t know
Where to go from
Where to come from
But you know why
As the sea spins
You can see it
You can feel it
And you know why
For you follow
The season’s sparrow
For it can’t grow
And you know why
In the end we’ll
Try to stand up
Yet we will falter
And never know why