When you see a patch of mud, on a trail in the woods, you’re supposed to walk through it…
If you could see, little kid you, just walking down the street…
so this lady at the store was all in a snit dunno why…
A prickly bush on a trail, pebbles and stones falling as hail…
Everyone wants to grow, so great that they can show, how far they’ve gone…
there once was dude ish bro who questioned how colors row
thunder and lightning,
on a smaller scale,
but closer seems
bigger, weightier…
be still and know
that your heart
cannot literally
beat out of your chest…
theyre all high any mighty lording their stupid fluffy faces over us all
In the tunnel carved
out of leafy expanse
orange punctuates green…
