It hasn't been that long, has it
If I try now, fiddle my toes in sand
I will find the bottom below the slush, won't I
This ain't bottomless, a thing, is it
I am willing to see colors again
And smell happy vibes in the air
I am ready to believe again
In stories that I have been told so long
I gather it's never too late
But do they mean it enough
When they say it this way
Can I undo some and truly choose to begin again