Denim is Involved.

I had a dream last night where I did some prisoning,
but now I'd rather think about how short the trees were
and how even the grass was
and how the sun set every night like clockwork
on some lakes that everytime looked like a painting
everyday.

There weren't any dangerous animals either,
and if you walked as far as possible into some woods
without coming out the otherside,
you'd find some stonewalls
and some old foundations,
and maybe some graves.

Everywhere you go,
Somebody went there before you.