On my own island; dark clouds all around me.
Living forever away, awash from other people.

I have to do it; I know I have to make the jump.
I am standing on childhood and teetering to adulthood.

But it's like life is a rough pine tree,
distanced as it is from the sun beneath a canopy.

Of other's that have reached the surface and spread,
the same that feel the sun. That know not the ground.

The dirt, the worms and insects crawling all around; the
pinnacle of wellness from which they stand their back's upon.