There's a spot on the back of my head I can't reach it I don't care about reaching my spot Everyone is looking at my spot I can't stop thinking about my spot I hate my spot
Eating myself I stretch and grow Just to finish where I started Children born Elders passed My skin remains untouched I'm clutching handfuls of grass I'm not moving I stopped to look at a rock And the world flew past me Crashing and ending.
My body limp & unresponsive I try to move it but I am so far Watching from above Clouds and a canopy of treetops divide us Layers of sediment cover Toes, fingers, ******* Buried and lost