I wish I could tell you otherwise
But I'm going down
And the concrete has no competition
When it comes to the oppression
Pushing me down
Soon I'll be past the grass, and the dirt
And the roots
Maybe I'll stop in the center of the Earth
Where the heat is scorching
To the point where my skin and bones
Will shrivel,
Putting an end to the force holding me down
Or maybe I'll pass right by the center
And continue to make my way through the Earth
And popping out of the other end
Floating through the lonely universe