It's the living dead
I don't want to be
The slow death of
Becoming nothing more
Than a dreamer
I want to breathe and live
In that electric way
In the way that means
I am not only alive but being.
I want to be a living seed.
Something that grows
Somethinglike a rooted tree
A living, being dream that I can touch, see.
1 comment:
Me, too.
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