Lonely roads seem to follow me,
These tunnels and seas.
And these birds seem so [bad word] free
They’re [bad word] to me.

And I’m relatively, 
Inconspicuously,
Overwhelmed with pride. 

Falling waves from the laughing tree
Seem to rise and fall.
And one blessed apple tree 
See me to my doll.

Motions paint and pushing wheels
Spinning through your walls.
Ovaries over eggs in tide;
Rise and fall, be calm.

And I’m relatively, 
Inconspicuously,
Overwhelmed with pride.