when you feel my hand
feel warmth and don't feel scared
trust that i've got a plan
it's not made up
it's something substantial
outside of your grasp
the ends that you cannot see
to you its unpolished and lazy
it's just as dumb calling something crazy.
when you're out to eat
the food you default to is sweet
hands folded neat by your knees
and one is empty
we're living unaware in times of plenty.