Seasons come seasons go
trees are continuously turning gold...
A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
The human race is fragile...
I am counting the leaves on a tree
birds are still singing...
Out of body
I see myself float...
There is a reason we need roots
connecting us to each other...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...
I wrap myself
in cotton compliments...
Did you ever felt lost?
And just wander a roundabout...
Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...
I have the power to fix people
And if I can, I should...