Grow Away
I see circles and squares when they see momentary mouth movements
I hear sounds, they hear a phrase meant to be understood
I listen to consentrated noises while they listen to lyrics.
Songs, talking, emotions
Language--Barrier.
My brain cannot compute what theirs can
My heart can compute the feeling
-you can't understand them so why do you listen?
-yes I can in my heart
-not really and you don't need to just stop
If I try to understand I'm disowning my horizon
I want walk farther but there are chains on my feet
its the tree roots hugging me to the floor
"It's greener here, don't look at their's"
Who is they?
They. Them.
Judge. Judger.
Me.
My emotions are in full mode and I feel the world spin
Dizzy in state I gain my awareness by wheeling forward
Hold my breath, hold my hand as if I am looking at the edge
of my future
I want to run from my fixed point but keep the roots.
A born runner confined to a seat.
Sit. Sitter.
but my seat has wheels wind comes
I could stop with my feet but the sun is setting
I want to touch the sun and see it set over there
Run. Runner
Running.
The farther go the more I can see what the they's see.
Clarity comes in waves to push the line farther back
Evil jagged squared mouths of anger that confined me fade
just as the hardened squares and circles become
movements of a mouth
a phrase
An understanding. I am far enough to see
the attainable clarity that was just passed the line.
My seat is gone and now I have a bag of seeds
The grass is the same color
Plant
Grow
Roots, they are back again, even on their side
I climb my tree on this new side and touch the sun