i need to be reminded of who i was when i took my first steps out the door all i said now follows me around i m reminded i m not like that anymore i uprooted and miles behind me are the faces and the home i love you ve brought to my attention i m slowly changing and becoming what i wanted to stop isn t that just like a finite mind setting out with such righteous indignation but now i m at your feet could you look at me with some imagination the bush before me i slip my sandals off i only stopped to look in the depths of the sea in the midst of a great storm i run i run from you isn t that just like a finite mind setting out with such righteous indignation but now i m at your feet could you look at me with some imagination so remind me why you woke me up and why you wake me every morn the staff in my hand held in by your love just stay close stay close because i know my own mind i set out with righteous indignation but when i m at your feet please look at me with some imagination with some imagination