When life puts a sock in your carborator
and stuffs up the little vents which fill your heart with happiness

Rest in peace
your life is existing haphazardly
on the edge
don't you see
wearily
making me feel
like I need to free

free to be older
free to be a soldier
wiser
one size smaller
taller

i think I'm gonna call her
and tell her I'm sorry
i'm sorry for my behavior
as a terrible neighbor
for being mean for the green
running with the scene
buying insane
enjoying the rain
of sucess

and ignoring me
the little tree needing water
the happy
outdoor
lovely natural tree

free to be a soldier
free to be older
the forest behold her
and haved her
and held her
till her sadness left her