It’s how some humans learn they have power,
the way we slam our fists if we can-
if something feels foreign and scary
we’ll probably do it.
If we stand by our method, we stand in the fire
of what we thought we never would,
we embrace the discomfort and make it
a compass to live by.
And in this way we keep the flames bright
in an endless circle of growth,
adjusting to the light at the window,
then turning on purpose to dark.
So I can’t even say how long this idiosyncrasy’s going to last,
but if I know the force that’s carrying me off,
I know it’ll bring me back.