Canyon - Junco

In the canyon i woke

With the cup in my hand

I hardly spoke

I felt the weight of the plan

But if it takes all day

I’ll want more to take away

Everything that i touch

Turns to grey

Better lost before

On the way to the sound

I used it for

Keeping my feet on the ground

But when the wind picked up

I got scared and spilled my guts

Every year i end up in a rut

Losing track of time

And drifting

On a narrow line