Lately I can recall the scent of damp wheat grass,
and smears of red clay on my calves,
at the end of each day when I wandered home
accidentally *****, and purposefully human;
a child of the earth who found unity, easily.

Bury me back in the moss garden, and carve my name on the stones
where I once crushed berries
and painted my cheeks, as
an adolescent nomad celebrating dirt and singing for
sky, while the cows were my companions and the birds,
my messengers of joy.

Take me back there one day, to rest
in final slumber.
Then, perhaps I can feel the ceaseless wonder
that once I felt when
I brushed my hand against the bark of a tree,
if now this life can no longer give me as much.

Vacant pleas for union fill the muffled ears of oafs and tickle these text boxes with futility.
How do I find the courage to write out loud?
To speak to people,
without prompting?
To laugh and cry legibly,
once I know a lover's
listening?

When you feel so low
that you can't read time
and you feel so sad
that you think everyone's blind

No one sees your plight
the world's no longer bright
you got only one place to hide
and that's your fallen pride

You can't win this fight!
You can't win this fight!

When it's You vs You!
When it's You vs You!

What does he think?
What does she think?
What does the world want to know?
How do I say?
What's the best way to convey?
That everything's fine and all is well

You can't win this fight!
You can't win this fight!

When it's You vs You!
When it's You vs You!

But you know what
there's no need to fight
there's no need to hide
there's no need to think
there's no need to blink
when you make your decisions
don't think of precision
when you're left all alone
when you're all on your own
two words will keep you afloat
two words will keep you on board

Wait and Hope!
Wait and Hope!
Wait and Hope!

Wait
and
Hope!