My muse, its gone like old goals behind me
Seen so many things, never thought it would blind me
Once Looked into the sky, it reflected my thoughts
The reflected oasis, was now dry, wasted and rot
Fruits of the past black, and dried no more juice
The Green grass, brown and pulled from its roots
close my eyes, visualize, what i wanted to see
All that materialized was just all the Damaged debri
Unused limbs they atrophy, realized part of me
Was manifested in the sky, no chance to say goodbye
Time after time, wander back into the desert
Hopin to find the weight of the gold i never measured
Just dwelling on the Plantation that has we-thered
Bracing myself for the moment where i must sever
The roots of the trees, my eyes in the skies
Tried to reseed, but nothing ever came back alive
Look at the wood, which once stood tall and mighty
Grabbed the blackened compost and held it lightly
Noticed the center was fresh, so i pulled out the core
Dugged until my hand became weak, then i dug some more
Placed in the pit, needed hydration so i needed to spit
like cowboys chewin tobacco, who just met indians
or like militant isrealis when they seein palestenians
Sweatin, like soldier full of pure adrenanline
Got you hooked with attention, like too much riatlin
Kid quit fiddlin, cuz your gonna miss the message
Taking things for granted aint something to be impressed with
If i ever fall again, then i'd just be a pointless mess
learn from your mistakes, but dont go try and refresh
Then suddenly I Realize im not looking at the moon,
Pen in my hand Just kicken back and jottin outta my room