I started running, and things didn’t pan out as planned
I started out in search of ordinary things
How much of a tree bends in the wind
I started telling the story without knowing the end.
I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again
With the death of the shadow came a lightness
I ended up in search of ordinary things
How can a wave possibly be?
I started running, and the concrete turned to sand.