Roots
Sometimes all I do at times is think,
It phases at times and mimics my blinks
If I had it all id still wouldn't be me
The essence of what I am calls for belonging
Where I don't lose and inside feel like I wreak
It's like I'm always missing a part of me,
While the rest of the world consumes itself
Til it's extinct
I hold tight sometimes and force my thoughts not to dream those dreams
A dark place inside me that just wants to burn it all
away
Til I'm free
No longer can the world tell me what the hell I should be
Or what I should pour down my stream as I drink...
As if they knew it all like a mind controlling obominable freak
Oh wait that's me isn't it?
The one chained at the bottom of the sea..see
Anchored with a anchor in the ground
These are my thoughts until I bleed it out
And Jack the bean stalk plants his beans
And my soul becomes as an undying tree.
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2019
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