*** laude
but still survive by making lattes
oat, soy, or is 2% okay?
my tongue strains from over complicated names
i’d rather be where the trees meet the beach
i’d rather see where the ocean meets me
i’d rather be in the in between
i’d rather be surfing in tropic scenes
but i am clocked in
dialled in to deliver the best service
i am locked in
dialled in to automate, surrendering purpose
shocking the lack of stopping
the earth keeps earthing

i’ve never been stronger
never been so weak
never felt such fire, blistering heat
my throat too clogged to speak
danger surrounds me
why don’t you surround me?
ground me with your anchoring arms
do not let me drift too far gone
ground me with your anchoring arms
guide me like the north star