Would you rather believe
I can talk to a tree. They see me as a beautiful leave
that's fresh as the green they see.
I feel so free, even they hold me clench.
I want to let go but they need me most.

I'm getting red and a little bit bust they might let go and let me fall
But see this vain, it hurt like hell. What can i say?
I'ts my destiny would i go?

Soon they will let me go, they let me fall. I'm now a bird that you can see in the clouds. I can now fly anywhere i want. But look, i'm getting tiered. I forgot how was living was. I forgot that i am existing too.

But it's too late,
24 hours
1 minutes
60 second
And i'm done.