Most Accidents Happen Close to Home - Native Wildlife

I’d unmake every plan if I could leave with you

I won’t be worth a thing if I leave this place, but it’s not a home.

The first thing you build is never right, and it’s rarely safe

While patiently questioning these decrepit surroundings

I have been disproven at every turn

Let us not be found until our sun-bleached bones say

«We are at peace.

This is where we chose to love the way our feet touch the

ground.»