I arrived in California with a whisper in my ear.
“All you have to do is save the world, little Darling, have no fear.”
Step by step, I climbed the mountaintop where stars all kissed the sky
And found a place beyond the trees, where I began to try -
I thought if I could save you, the world would be saved too.
So, I picked a dozen flowers, and I carried them to you.
"Take these flowers, breathe them in, and grow if you can."
A tear rolled down your cheek with the flowers still in hand.
"You stole a life." You said to me, as you plucked leaves from the stems.
And wove a thread through every one and hung them in the wind.
You must not take from those that need, you shan't give to those who merely want.
It offsets the balance of the universe, and that balance is all we've got.
Impulsive actions breed regret. I hadn't thought it through.
The world was my mission, yet I was pining over you.
I raised my voice beyond the skyline. Called out to the valleys below.
Intelligence is freedom. They can't understand what they don't know.
So down the mountain I began to trek, much slower than the climb.
Treading lightly not to destroy the earth, her words fresh in my mind.
The world is so much bigger than the spread of our four wings.
In truth, I wasn't saving her - maybe she was saving me.