• rizla_rizla 55w

    Mess

    I was staring at the sky
    Looking a way to escape....

    What am I?
    What have I become?
    What was I?
    Was there an I to even begin with?

    My roots are searching
    My leaves are falling
    Am nourished by my own body....
    When will this cycle stop?

    Alone I stand
    Alone I watch
    Alone I listen
    Alone I sing

    It's all a mess
    I know the answer is near
    But I am blinded by my own ignorance!


    ©rizla_rizla