by Nate Borofsky

When I was three, the world couldn’t be
Anything more than all I knew
The birds made the trees
The trees made the wind
And every wish I made came true
Every fish out in the sea
Dropped everything and swam to me

Jack of all things is calling
I hear him on the phone
And if you see me, I will be
Just standing here alone

When I was five, still barely alive
Too young to dive into the deep
I’d wander the woods as far as I could
I’d build up the forests in my sleep
I never could dream that I could be
Every voice that called to me

Jack of all things is calling
I hear him on the phone
And if you see me, I will be
Just standing here alone
I hear him on the other line
I see his thoughts, they’re in my mind
All of it real and all of it kind

When I woke up this morning, my luck
I could still feel him waiting there
Just past my head or next to the bed
I’d breathe all the love out of the air
But all of the thoughts, they creep back in
Forgetting the trees forget the wind

Jack of all things is calling
I hear him on the phone
And if you see me, I will be
Just standing here alone
I hear him on the other line
I see his thoughts, they’re in my mind
All of it real and all of it kind

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