the pieces of me
that you kept understanding
became
the pieces of you
that I keep finding

The spring is no longer silent
and we are no longer blind
The fight has become violent
and we have so little time

If we don't fight for the environment
there will be no selfish treasures left to find

Words can be pretty
when my body cannot be

the typical me
isn't the one you typically see

They say I'm too much
that I'm crazy cause I
care so much
say so much
give so much
love so much
But if insanity is measured
by the storms we've weathered
the determination we place
in front of fear's face
and the dedication
never to take a vacation
then I want to be crazy!
Because the alternative is lazy
And maybe I'm not too much for you.
Maybe you're not enough for me.

I wrote a million letters I'll never send
to release a billion thoughts in my head
but still here are a trillion voices that never end