I want to collapse into the sweet earth, the dirt is my home.
I must not forget that it will be the final place I lay;
Because unlike the lovely rooted denizens ,
My connection is not so physical
Face in the dust, a mouth full of mud
I won’t say anything that filthy.
I’m floating along with all my pride,
What a foolish thing I constantly parade over my mind.
It is more than ironic that this time I am Caesar and the knife
I’ve hoped for mornings,
and I think I’ve been given more than enough sunrises
I never mean these ends
I just want to write about happiness
I can not show my face in the city,
The grime will not find lodging, so I must take some time
I will go away now for a while