A Billion Light Years

I hold the hope of rivers
I grasp the farthest light
and bring to you a single seed
I grow

and you think you know
you think you understand
How a woman bends
Around a man
as he takes her hand

but I hold my own roots
and I slip through your fingers
and you wonder why
I am so difficult
why am I not ordinary
why do I reach for everything
I cannot have
why do I mourn
What do I long for
What do I grasp

Why am I so difficult
Why am I so difficult
Why am I so difficult

You need a little patience