Learning how to stand

Searching through the forest of my mind -
there's something I've lost, but don't want to find.
I wanna kneel amongst the trees, witness heaven on my knees -
and say something hot to this cool breeze.
Lose my footprints in the river trying to walk across the water;
change direction like a bird;
suck sun like a flower;
walk without a shadow and crawl away praying for a new day;
fall asleep beneath a rainbow, and wake up next to a pot of gold -
just give me another life to hold,
but this story's been sold.
Put down the brush and guide your colours with both hands,
you might fall amongst the rubble,
but you're learning how to stand.