Die fame, tarnish money, blaze glory,
No parting marble obelisk is sought,
Rests simple man, with un-convoluted story,
No ceremony filled with black, just thought,

If one endowes glad tears or crescent lips,
In journey towards a favoured ancient land,
On thoughts sunk deep and ever sharpened quips,
There, scatter wildflowers with my mind in hand.

The shadows in the poets graveyards,
Are constructed from the littered scraps of good intentions.

You were right there, by my side,
Through everything,
Except losing you.

I've started to peel off my skin,
Just to see if there's anything within,
I've sharpened my knife,
And carved a small slice,
Making sure that it wasn't too thin,

I slowly continued to peel,
Knowing that this wouldn't heal,
But I just didn't care,
I kept on with the pare,
I had to make sure it was real,

I'm tearing my muscles apart,
A bloodied and moving piece of art,
Then just under my breast,
I pull my hand from my chest,
All this just to give you my heart.

"I cry," Said the sky,
"Sometimes I cry."
"But why?" said I,
"You're so high, Why cry?".
"I am high," said the sky,
"So high that I see them all die, and I cry."
He said with a sigh.
Then,
So did I.

Close your eyes and imagine that life is a tree,
Good souls tend the bark, nourishing it endlessly,
While some span the branches reaching out to be free,
And some hug the trunk, it's a safe place to be,

Some people are life's strength, let's call them the roots,
And others hang around looking pretty, they're the fruits,
But the ones to look out for, are the climbers at the top,
They'll always kick you down, and laugh while you drop,

But when they make a mistake and they eventually fall,
They'll be grabbing for branches and fruits one and all,
Close your eyes once again and imagine this tree,
Then ask yourself truthfully, which part is me,
And again, is this the part that I want me to be,

Remember back when,
Our lives stretched before us,
Do you remember back then.
The road didn't end, there wasn't ever a bend,
And we didn't need to pretend.
Because then it was real,
It was smooth, you could feel,
Every stone on your wheel, every nail in your heal,
But we started to veer,
As our ending got near,
If we could just have kept going, if we'd started to steer.
But there's chunks missing now, and there's yellow bricks strewn,
All over our road, and it's all gone to ruin.