press to distress
express disdain
dismay
say if may
dis is in vain

but there's rain in my veins
and through the pain
is where we gain
the whys and the eyes
for I's and the lies

I guess I got caught in the rot
but hey why not
leave like a leaf
live and relieve
weave and retrieve
humus is us and whatnot

behind the curtain
is uncertain
flowers and claps
a window perhaps
or just a glass
for a glance
into the past
after all
it is behind
it’s this wall
that makes me small
it’s this mind
that makes me fall

I don’t know
the ifs and thens
the chance
the firsts and lasts
congrats
i’m slow

i see lacks
and scraps
the straw
the traps

and the grass
laughs
and the trees
dance

butterfly
step by
step
brick
nail by
nail
snail
sitting
in the hair
of a willow
dandelion
pillow