To Realize How Deeply the Grass Will Grow

Please take me away, far more distant than this place
Where love is no longer a question of such past disgrace
To perhaps a valley so extreme and outlying it’s unreal
To lie in a field of grass and fall asleep to how I truly feel
And awaken to an abyss of happiness and reality
Creating a life full of decisions made on what is in actuality
The best for my life, and best for my soul and heart
For I am bottomless in mindless changes not taken from the start
So here I lie in a bed of restless dream and sleep
Creating a life not distant from where I should actually be
And deep within the notion of knowing what should be altered
Is never adjusted, modified, transformed, and thus I falter
Into such a lifestyle where I am needed to be taken to a place far away
To realize how deeply the grass will grow, showing me I should not fray
By trying to modify how I am and how high the mountains rise
But rather amending how I see existence through my own eyes
Yet, through this judgment I will not change at any rate
And I will fall deeply alone, for I know my self-help fate
This is no longer a change of heart; this is a change of a too speedy pace
So please, come take me to a far, far more distant, isolated place