an angle

And each morning
I find myself
To stumble onto my couch
I turn the tv set on as the news reporter sings out loud
"Well, we are all in fear of what we don't know"

And there's this girl
She sees between the oldest assumption
And the oldest tree
And she can recognize beauty
Because that's all she sees
So she steps out of the door
With her backpack on one shoulder
And her heart in the other

And we are trying to find someone
Who we just met or followed
We're all just trying to find the truth
What is fact or fictional