Child of the soil, they call themselves
Yet they walk on a pedestal so high
Their feet has no dust
I’m the child of the soil
They say with voices causing tremors on the ground
Yet Their feet are buried on the cushion of clouds
I’m the child of the soil
They say chanting they’re clan names
Yet they know not the ground their great parents lay
I’m the child of the soil
Yet they are not rooted in it
Easily tossed around and misplaced they lay
The ground lays barren
The amazons once envied their homeland
Now, they are just a wasteland
Yet, they are children of the soil

I admit, I am a cleft man
Torn between laughter and sorrow
My laughter is like a cherry blossom tree
Beautiful, bringing forth smiles and calm
In a blink of an eye my leaves and fruits fall and rot
Dissociable I become, bringing forth disgust and flies.
Bare as I am, I give no shade - leaving my love to feel the  scorch
I bear fruit for you and the soil beneath me
Is it the death in life that I fear or the life in death?
How dare I lament my past on par as the future ?
I am without words, just letters clotting in my every being
If I never say goodbye, be  joyful in my hello

They don't understand, no they don't
It's not that high, maybe from where you are
From the hole that I'm in, it is
It's not just the height, it's also the depth that I'm in

They don't understand, no they can't
It's not that deep, yes, from your comfort it's not.
It's so deep and dark I can't see the supposed ladder Infront of me
They don't understand, maybe they will never .

Maybe it's all an excuse, maybe it's not that deep
Maybe it's not that high and I can reach out
Maybe my hands aren't that crooked that I can hold on
Maybe my feet aren't that broken that I can stand and walk
Maybe my heart isn't shutting down
Maybe I'm not drifting out of consciousness.
Maybe just maybe I'm not dead

Stay positive you said
                                         This copse lives

Sitting here in dusty  clothes
Wondering why you pushed
I thought you loved me
So you said but here
Here I am with scrapped elbows
I didn't fall out of love, I was pushed out

The fallout of this betrayal poisons all memories
How are you to remain an angel in my sight ?
Bruised knees and knuckles are  what I get
What I undeservingly get  protecting your heart from
the fall
The push I mean,
I didn't fall out of love, I was pushed out

You broke more than my heart
How do I pick myself up  with these broken hands
Swollen ankles that can't withstand this heavy heart
Swollen eyes that can't see past this
And hope for the future that got lost during the fall
I mean the push,
I didn't fall out of love ,  I was pushed out

You pushed me out of love
I still wonder why

Leafs leave branches unwillingly
Dry and withered they become
They long for the connection they lost

A new leave grows in its stance
Jealously dying at the sight of new leafs
One with the ground they become

That fate looms near to me
Don't ask me to let you go
Let me go or hold on as tight as I you
Fall with me and we will be the bough

Shade siting , escaping scorching rays.
A book in hand, words reanimating  visuals.
The scent of pages drowned in tears,
They are different of course. Bitter is the scent of sorrow, few are the drenches of joy.
Past words coming to life, old life lived anew.
Lost words are found, though plain words are lost in interpretation.
This inked paper offers an escape.
Return I will, not now but the end.  
Let time tick till it sets,
While words tock to infinite.