Encased in Nothing

Sleeping on the ground in the sight of the rearview mirror,

Trees curl above the road to grasp the sunlight,

My chest in tow by the car that’s heading off the embankment,

The thorns didn’t burn with the ashes of these thoughts, 

I’m not over the top I’m crawling under the earths crust,

You have seen me separated from myself,

Ah well, I’m not defined by my choice of clothes,

If I walked down my street encased in nothing,

Would you let me tell them?

Rolling Stones in the river never stopped the salmon,

He’s come on leaps and bounds,

He gathers nothing just like the stone,

You hoard the moss as you are stuck in the ground.