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I am the tree with roots out of the ground, toppled by branches filled with dreams to heavy to carry now In the suns light I die never to have my dreams reach up into the sky I am the worm under the soil churning, chewing making things fertile but not on purpose I am the river running through the forrest with no where to go but forward and no purpose for it I am the wind making its lonely noise against your walls, shaking the foundation of humanities hallowed halls I am the fire that always feeds burning things to ash crumbling to their knees I am an infant who has not learned to talk I babble nonsense comes out with a squawk I am hate inside and love within a war within me rages one I cannot win I look up at the sky and wish I was their sometimes I watch the world and wish I didn't care I am a shadow I follow behind always staying in the backround with the rest of my kind I am the earth immovable and dense all things fall over me I amthe sum of my parts but most of all my soul and what of that? I am always there but I am never here what do you make of someone who is never clear I wish I could die and know what comes next but I am ignorant and chained to the fence I play their game and dance to their tune I hate myself unjustly, I am a baffoon. I emit emotions that I can't keep in tight I want to leave this body sometimes and be embraced by the light Sometimes I ask myself "why fight?" just drop dead on the ground and let nature take its course I hate dreamless nights I hate fighting life it makes me into nothing but I am everything in a different light.