i'm sleepwalking
through my youth,
touching things
that don't touch me back,
wanting people
that break my heart
long before
i can break theirs.
and i wish
i could just disappear,
wouldn't make
any difference at all,
'cause i'm wrong
in so many ways,
telling lies
to pretend i'm whole.
what's the point?
was there one that i missed?
lost the interest
halfway through,
turned to nothing
by half past noon.
i'm so sorry;
i've been sleepwalking
through my youth.

The oak down by the river
Drinks cool water from the Earth
It’s done so since forever
When it’s acorn gave it birth
It’s stood there through the centuries
Adding ring by ring each year
But if it had the eyes to cry
I know it would shed tear
For this used to be a forest
It’s friends and piers stood tall
But axes and the wind of change
Made his family fall
But I’m not by standing
I will not let this tree
Stand so proud and lonely
It can rely on me
And so with ***** and saplings
I place new friends near by
So this ancient wonder
Can breath contented sigh