its been far too long since I got drunk with my brother
it feels like its been a century since we lived at our mothers
back when I stood my ground
back before I was dying
back when my skin was new
when you could still catch me crying
now weve all grown up I cant say its much of an improvement
but I guess these tiny life cycles sneak by before you notice
everything I know is made of impermanance and change
the only thing you can count on it life is going away
we are all becoming clouds someday
were all becoming clouds
and soon after than we will begin to rain
and we will become one with the ground
I was far too young to remember
the last time I hugged my father
I can't remember who stopped first
or why we never bothered
sometimes I wonder if that's
why I hate being touched
why my skin feels to me
like something slithery and rough
and the ground will grow such beautiful plants
no worried about money food or time
and I won't be scared of the death we all find
I will find peace on petal at a time
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