Tilling by Hand

I am treading empty air
and I've swallowed all that's there
but no matter how I try
I'm still not going anywhere

Though I've been running all my life

I fought against who I am
held my feelings behind a dam
until I was finally convinced
I didn't give one goddamn

And I could finally exhale

One of many yet always alone
among everyone that I have known
this is the path that I choose
a seed that cannot be unsown

But don't think that I don't see you:

Like scattered leaves blown around
we're all tattered, torn, and browned
we give our lives as nourishment
laying naked on the ground

To usher in the hope of something better