count the rings

I step outside and take a walk to try to clear my head

It's midnight and the stars are bright in northern Michigan

Nights like these I'm not really that sure just who I am

So the best that I can do is get some air and try to make it all make sense

The night is cool, and there's a whisper of a breeze

It takes its precious time as it rustles through the leaves

I concentrate on things that I can smell and hear and see

And as I ground myself, I feel so small beneath the branches of the trees

Who am I? What's inside? Split me open, count the rings

Maybe then you might find twenty nesting dolls of me