Once I dreamed I was nothing
When I tell you I don't see the point in cleaning my room when I could be
Biking, the wind tossing my hair back the
Sour smell of stagnant water in a ditch, littered with cans
The sun glints off the silvery foil of Fruit Roll-Up wrappers and
Blinds me, it does,
We hear the rushing water see the
Dead grass, littered with spider holes (I told you so)
The clear water fresh from the crisp snow forcing it's way
Up the highway embankments, like how the water
Runs down the blasted rocks,
Once we moved mountains for highways we
Used TNT to blast away the meteorite I grew up on,
And now it is smooth from winters worth of melt water
Running, eroding, coaxing away the sharp
This is a new world come
Alive with water I,
I will flood,
No,
We will flood.