Thought

Flower is dying, heart is beating
petals are falling, roots are breathing
Change is the essence that keeps moving
Whose are the hands that carry the dirt
Where is the destination?
Who will I be?
What will I believe?

Dance with me in spirit
Hold my soul inside the waves
Some of me drowns, more remains

I remain to hold on
hold onto me
whoever that may be............

change is the essence that keeps me sane
change is what I thrive on,

I feel the change
I feel my neck break

cut my insides
remove the dirt
cleanse me into something believable

I feel me turning,
I grieve, I love, Ive lost me inside the change.