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