beach picnic (woldfront mix)hand tighton your startling hip,staring up atthe arching canopy litby the stark raysof dark daysdemolished. quipping softly"it's not quite as ominousas i'd hoped." liftingup your chin and myfaltering chest,fear precedes the fall, soour first steps must be resolved.we'll rest when the thicketis conquered. "guessthe only thing left isto ever be stronger."