Do you mourn the tree of the apple?

Will you bury the vines of the grape?

With every seed you eat,
Will you remember the mother's mistake?

Dug deep are the roots.

Of the old childless Eden.

But there are no sugars left,

For your miscarried fruits.

Do you water the dead plants?

Will you bury the mulberry bush?

With every pome you swallow
Will you remember that fateful push?

And you don’t know,
what they say about my soul.

“Far am I

From the edge, gone by”

But they don’t know.

Of the earth that falls,

Hanging like the *****,

In the night sky.

Is it time to say goodbye?

Time to fly.

Run along boy.

Create your own narrative,
a self-fulfilling prophecy,
whatever is necessary
to justify yourself.

It's enough for me to know
you're wrong.

Embers fall off a fire

Onto my worn down coat

It doesn't matter anyway
For I just want to watch the smoke

Fly up high into the sky

Where it'll dance with the stars

Get lost in the night wind,
Just like our memoirs

Time moves by with the fireflies

Mingling about through the night

One day I'll find that we'll all die

We’re at the top now,

Can you see? The sea?

It’s pulling us in, like the earths gravity.

Let’s throw down a rock

To see the fall

How heavy it is, as it goes down

Don’t you hear that? It’s a call.

There’s a shaking of trees,

The push of the wind,

Do you feel the breeze?

As we fall in.