As we sat by the water,
You said something about how you kind of see the trees in the water
My memory isn’t clear
The exact next words I said to you, my dear

Something about how similar it is to our memories,
Muddy, occupied
And the waves lines

How when we reflect,
Our memories aren’t quite clear, my dear
And other experiences can muddy them up

And after we got up, and moved around
You noticed the reflection changed
You could now see something that was always there

I said it’s called changing your perspective
It’s always easier to see the same things if you never move
And then you were sitting in my seat
And stand in the same shoes that cover my feet

If only you could change your world view
And see things from my perspective
Not the contamination below the surface
Sometimes, you just gotta get up and move