reaching for the crown
but the glass has cracked
and the leaves fall down
tryin’ to reach the fruit
but the birds have come
or they’re spoiled with worms
and when you lift your arms
you feel the bones
grate inside
when you lift the blue
your stomach turns
become aware
run away
she tells you to run away
she tells you to run away
and you stay
it’s mis’rable you know
but you turn your eyes
back to your mind
every road that’s paved
you deny
go back to the trees
that you can hear
whisper back
sleeping on the needles
and the pine cones
scratch your back
if you run away
when you need to
run away
if you run away
don’t come back
Copyright L.M. 2008. (written May 17th, 2008.).
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