Ups and downs
Completely through and through  
Sad and happy
Mad and sad
Been all over no mans land
Been gone for so long
That grass grew and almost took it all
Can’t see the house I once called home
The trees need cutting its obscene
My roots are buried have you seen them here?
Sow them all over in that dirt if you see them again
Perhaps a bird came and flew away with me
I could just be alone under that fern
As bugs come and carry me away on a Sunday afternoon
I may even end up in the sea
Suspended and drifting to the bottom
Maybe I’m just dust