I was born into this world a… well, I don’t exactly know what I am, but here I am.
As I awake from a restful slumber, inside I had lain as I grew from a mere seed.
Sprout I grow upwards awakening from peace, and into the world where I will one day decease.
Love not I, for I don’t love what my eyes can perceive as greatness wrapped with a paper of happiness to be.
I grow and grow and topple over my own shadow, barley swaying on the ground.
As the green grass grows, I shall rise more and more.
At first, it was the hollow trees that swayed the melody and harmony of what could become serene.
Then the world became darker, and scary than can be, and I could no longer see, what I wanted to be.
The blinds covered my eyes, in the awakening desire to release.
I taped it on OKAY! I refused to allow it to be ripped off for imagination was no longer my perception of what I was able to see.
Don’t hate me, please. I merely do as I see and what I see are these trees around me swaying so heavenly I want to be thee, so don’t float me away yet I plead.
For I did not choose this life, this life chose me when I merely meant to survive in peace and harmony.
But fate grew weary and stronger and dreary and wouldn’t go fearlessly into the dark creek that carried me.
If I came down before my time was up, I may have just been stuck in oblivion knowing not where I want to go but where I’ve been.
In libido I feared that the oh so soft touch that rippled through my cheek bones could creak the crack of the trombones and scattered will the glass wash on my face for I am no one
And no one can I embrace.
I race the clock and take a big breath of giant luck only to lock away the secrets and grow higher and faster than I have ever grown before.
Rise oh mighty one, rise like the wind and into the soul will you fill your kin’s hand with no man’s land sand.
Alas, here I am and am here I, we rejoice at our coming together where ground meets sky.
Topple the trees over and here I lie, awake in your arms where you finally are ready to officially lye.