Is it I against the world
Or the world against me?
Have I grown up into a
Flower, crummy human or a tree?
I search for my roots
Hidden beneath the aura
Of the moon above
Shoots filled with opportunity
I swore a big raven picked
Me up and swept me away
In the stream where boats
Engulf themselves in large
Disappearances of steam
I won’t let you hold me back
From my path to freedom
Now I know just exactly what
I’m bettering myself from
Those that won’t stay long
Long enough to hear my
Sing my song about the
Girls with flowers in their hair
March 30, 2015, 11:42 PM
the ivory rose