Inertia

Front to back, moving the sacks.
Lead the way and I'll show you mine too.
I've got secrets, I know the back alleys.
I'm expert with these maps.

Once there was a song about us.
It went like this;

Own the road, swim in the pond,
let the sun dry us on the warm grey rocks.
Get out and see, know where to look.
Come home soon and find your -

PLACE. (Your place. This place. My place.)

We'll roam through and look around
under the rocks and stones,
along the shore,
up in the mountains,
deep in the ocean.

We'll search and find.

I know this now.