Entering this world.. taking my first few uncertain steps.. gazing far into the distance.. far was the visible.. far enough to be invisibly visible.. taking a few more steps.. exploring.. digging a few holes, planting a few seeds.. just a few.
Turning my back, lumbering around.. allowing sand, air, and heat to slowly permeate through.... reluctantly letting the seeds grow, the water flow.. green overtaking brown.. walking with care in some areas.. trampling others.. gazing into the distance, regenerating with the rising sun.. likewise the seedlings did so, rising to their master.
Awakening in a maze of hedges.. looking forward, sideways, backwards..all is green.. stepping on a beaten path.. certain only of the upcoming uncertainty.. trying to break the walls.. realizing they will quickly grow back.. growing tired.. succumbing to the shade of the leaves.. walking in dim light.. following the path.. aging with the hedge.. digging in my roots.. waiting for the soft drops of rain.. and glimpses of light, following the arrows.. giving up on finding the edge.. no more vindicating my vilified volition, i see nothing.. what is to be seen is not worth seeing.. blindly walking and talking in circles.
Turning my back, lumbering around.. allowing sand, air, and heat to slowly permeate through.... reluctantly letting the seeds grow, the water flow.. green overtaking brown.. walking with care in some areas.. trampling others.. gazing into the distance, regenerating with the rising sun.. likewise the seedlings did so, rising to their master.
Awakening in a maze of hedges.. looking forward, sideways, backwards..all is green.. stepping on a beaten path.. certain only of the upcoming uncertainty.. trying to break the walls.. realizing they will quickly grow back.. growing tired.. succumbing to the shade of the leaves.. walking in dim light.. following the path.. aging with the hedge.. digging in my roots.. waiting for the soft drops of rain.. and glimpses of light, following the arrows.. giving up on finding the edge.. no more vindicating my vilified volition, i see nothing.. what is to be seen is not worth seeing.. blindly walking and talking in circles.