i guess, yes, this is me

sitting out in the wind

underneath the trees

dead grass talking me ever so smoothly

laid me out ever so soothingly

when a deadly wisp appears suddenly

my eyes grow numb

and limbs become flooded

I slowly float back from the dead grass and lovely wind

the lovely known earth

carried me by the smoothed trees

at the natures hand of birth

I'm being
crushed
by my mind
choking
on my spoiled breath
words filling up my throat
that can't escape
without overflowing
out of my mouth

the plant on my window seal
keeps wilting and wilting,
it's as wilted as wilted could be
oh loving plant
why must you worry
and grow your roots far from sea?
i see your misery
guilt and all
mocking me and pretending to fall
oh lovely plant
do not follow me
for i am walking alone
and you are just a simple tree

why is everybody asking so much of me?
i know nothing
i believe in nothing
what am i suppose to be?
the world isn't mine
nothing is mine
i cant even tell you if i am really me
so why are all these people
surrounding, suffocating me
asking me to be something,
when i don't even know me?

maybe this is all love is
maybe it's as dull as dull can be
as dull as a butter knife
yet as free as the sea
but from inside the calm outskirts
only the waves so bold
can be holding onto love,
can be keeping love so cold