I sit cross legged on a rock
drinking a lot out of a top with an octopus on it
with all these thoughts in a knot
like I swallowed a shot of hot lava
and i'm bothered see
I mean
this bothers me
I don't want to sit blocked
I want the ability to think clearly
I feel the wind on my skin and that helps me begin freely
and as the clouds wash all this doubt
I feel the ground
coming to drown out all of my pleads
I start choking on leaves
until a tree sneezes
from the debris I was cleaning
leaving me and my knees to bleed
i'm on the side of this cliff
& if I slip
i'll probably start to believe in all kinds of things
but i don't want to slip to believe
I want to just breathe it
and being here clearly steers my fear away
like nature was all that I needed