☆ shells (we grew up old) ☆

World pulsing

And dreaming

Into the gleaming snow

The branches curl and fold

As the white cover our heads

Like hats and coats

And I need to be hugged

To be hugged by the world

The wild

We grew up old

Playing in the forest 

an art unknown

But then i had known

The truth held our hands and covered our backs 

like shells or waves

Blankets that kept us safe

Werther we knew it or not

We moved into the forest

The forest moved into us

And I cannot forget my call

Between bricks and metal and cold asphalt

And in these lonely streets

All roots and colours 

and sounds bleed out 

But the choice is not ours

The choice is not from the forest

And it seems

To do and to be

Some part of you is left behind

To do and to be

Some part of you is left to die