It gets rough, you know. Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be sometimes. The lights turn off, and you don’t know which way is up. All you can do is keep moving, and hope you don’t get hurt any worse than you already are. I don’t wish it was easier, though. If it was any easier, how would I know I’m living?

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The Man in the Trees

Calming rivers
Take my steed
My eternity too soulful
Lay and watch me bleed

Hunkered and hurting
Battered but learning
Carry me another
For a brother in need

I whisper to the ocean from a far-off plain
Will it come to me a-sweetly or a salt-bound rain
The clouds piling high
Blackening the sky
Were they born from nature’s majesty or industry train

Hail to the hurry
Takes me away
My eyes are rotting blurry
But my sympathies stay

A child from the yonder
Asking me, “Please,
Will you save me from my father?
He’s the man in the trees”

Paradise
Paradise
Let me in your rhythm
Free me of vice

Paradise
Paradise
Hit me if it helps you
Paradise