Tree trunk,Stuck in her ways.She stays rootedBut her branchesStay growingTo the cloudsClutching for the stars.Her veins run deepStarting in the ground..
I sit on Santa's lapAnd ask for a ponyI've wanted oneFor so longChristmas comesAnd I run to seeThe Christmas treeMissing the one thing IwantedI sit on..
We are streams of insignificanceBound by grass knotted ropesWe kill to find happinessWhen there is no hope.We leave our bodiesBeing torn from the insi..