The Binding Lilies

I cannot find
A level where I can sleep
Listening
For what Calls My Name
May I tread too cautiously
Knowing where the landmines are
They say she should go it alone
Can I leave a ribbon with you
The umbilical cord rotting at the ends
A solution is biding time
Hiding dangerously
No time for tales
No time for dormancy
No time for the rest of my life