by the oak tree

let's go back to where I stood  
back to where I remember
by the oak tree
out in the countryside

by the outskirts of my deserted desires
let me revisit my thoughts and feelings
I might have been mistaken
what you might have wanted

the timing might be at fault
about not wanting overtime   
about taboo vows slowing it down
let me go back

warn armatures stepping into our place
sketching names on tender
oak tree trunks

let's go back
hover over my peaceful past
how you accelerated the presence
to show you
why the paused future will never awake

Though you have made up your mind
about me yet
for rushing into your walls
picture perfect innocence
nothing I can do to change it
Nothing, nothing

let me go back to where I stopped you
in that deserted corner
to look at my face
check the pulse
of this tombstone in my chest

let me show you webbed designs
done while waiting for an answer

let me show you what's been done    
guide you back to line one
to where I stood
where I remember
by the oak tree
out in the countryside