Things are changing.
Slower as we go,
faster as we grow apart.
Still a group.
We stand out now,
lifted by forces unknown.
Seeing all things.
From this height,
we recognize our place.
Things are changing.
Slower as we go,
faster as we grow apart.
Still a group.
We stand out now,
lifted by forces unknown.
Seeing all things.
From this height,
we recognize our place.
Just a few inches more and I would have been in the trash can.
I never wanted to be part of a random heap –
Among discarded Starbucks.
No no…this is not right!
I am meant to become part of the earth, not trapped in a bag.
Why delay my decay any longer by lining us up in rows?
Please do me the favor of allowing me to become one with the soil again!
I am never fully owned
Temporarily held in place
With care I sustain
If I am wanted
Do not consider me broken
You still have my soul
but I’ll let you enjoy me for a moment
while I figure out what to do
You don’t look like something I should eat
but I’d still like to attack your face
for some reason
Maybe I’m supposed to be here
and you’re not