Baby
I am being
Tired of fleeing
Seeing the colors of the sky, but not living
And no one can give it to me
And no one would put it in my hands
Yet I stand

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
This holy life
The snowdrops has risen
Birth and creator
It’s aliveness in the winter
In the snowfall
Warmer hearts
Born beside sacred lands
I toke a bite of eternal life
It tasted of pomegranates and honeysuckle
I paired it with light from the father sky
Dipped it in Earth’s volcanic crust
Allowed it to dry in the wind
Praying to dear Oya again and again
Embracing the illusion of racing
Catch me pacing
Evaporating within myself
Only help I need comes from fallen leaves and remembered stolen ancestors
Who’ve found themselves floating in the endless air
I have no fear
Never scared
I remember sitting down in an empty space
Unmoving on a cloud
I saw my future there
Declared it aloud
Finding my name is claiming myself
Blue kyanite and amythst
Been seeing the future more frequently
Wrote them out a few songs
Play the world like it’s a CD
Flat earth problems
If you want me to be happy
Leave me alone to make my peace
Give me a little of that sweet juice
Some distance to walk at my pace
Some greenery a soft mellow breeze
Time permits us to freeze
Get lost in those tall wooden things
Just let me be
Make my piece peace
Godspeed as pain plagues the world
While stolen lovers lust for equality; for peace
Begging for rain
Claiming insanity
Shaming one from shining down
This time around the natural will abandon us
The truth will leave us
All removed
Stumbling riddlers will remain