I am but a tiny dot
on this gargantuan landscape
As I expel these viscous tears
the Pacific Ocean rages
I used to think I was as invincible
as the unspoiled Mount Kailash
My drive unconquerable
as a small child's deepest desires
But I have lost many battles
and I feel my identity slipping away
Revealing my soul too much
to the dampness of a cave
Nonreciprocating
hollow
No direction
just like an unmarked road
I belong to the Earth
I am rooted to its misery
Just like a magnolia tree
shedding in the winter
Born again in the spring
until the cycle repeats
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
I am but a tiny dot
on this gargantuan landscape
As I expel these viscous tears
the Pacific Ocean rages
I used to think I was as invincible
as the unspoiled Mount Kailash
My drive unconquerable
as a small child's deepest desires
But I have lost many battles
and I feel my identity slipping away
Revealing my soul too much
to the dampness of a cave
Nonreciprocating
hollow
No direction
just like an unmarked road
I belong to the Earth
I am rooted to its misery
Just like a magnolia tree
shedding in the winter
Born again in the spring
until the cycle repeats
