AYLA

Rosie Rushton

Like a stone caught in a rolling tide 

Or a seed trapped on a breeze 

Like a million little grains of sand where the river meets the sea

We don’t know where we’re going and we don’t know where we’ve been

How do you know if we’ll spend our lifetime here?

We built our house of mud and stone 

And we called it our home 

Settled down around the fire to keep ourselves warm 

We listened as the rain fell down and it washed our house away

Leaving nothing but the mud and stone we built in with that day 

Nothing last a lifetime, for a lifetime it is long.

Like a stone caught in a rolling tide 

Or a seed trapped on a breeze 

Like a million little grains of sand where the river meets the sea

We don’t know where we’re going and we don’t know where we’ve been

How do you know if we’ll spend our lifetime here?

So set off on our journey of doubt and the unknown 

Crossing unfamiliar woodlands and fields as we went along 

We tripped and we stumbled as we walked uncertain ground

Not knowing what we’d find or what was even to be found

The leaves that fall in autumn they fade and die away 

And the innocence of childhood will leave us all one day 

Spring always follows the harsh winter snow 

And the hand you held to tightly, will one day let you go. 

So we picked up bits of debris that the trees left in our way

Not knowing if we’d need them we kept them anyway. 

And we overturned each rock and we pocketed each stone, 

To build with it a landscape and a territory we’d know.

But the suns light it was fading, and our view it began to blur.

The hills on the horizon they seemed to disappear, 

And as we looked a little closer we knew not where we were. 

The things that we called trees were simply shapes within our mind,

And all that we’d been doing here is wasting time. 

We were wasting time.