☆ staying inside ☆

I've never known

How to be alive

Colour the days

Fill the time

Drops and droplets of something 

meant to be something

A substance or a voice 

or a shimmering light

Yet in that little village 

I had known something hiding between the strands of grass 

and dandelions

Dipped in waves of sunshine as I

was walking over the rocks 

In the river of my childhood 

And I could sit silent alone 

mezmerized unwatched

and just maybe, had i thought

in my hands i could hold

a secret of the leaves

Green blooming trees

And when the sky looked like coal

And my fingertips red and cold

There were faces I had known

And faces I could call

Into warmth 

But now scattered far

Like petals, dust or stars

And I peer into a river with no life

I used to love how the world was close

To my feet as I stood lightheaded

Walking free

But in these streets the trees have melted

And metal is the only thing springing from the ground

No seeds or trees or tulips

And we stare into a blue so endless and cruel 

and I can't close my eyes, turn around or go outside 

Because without the trees the streets are like another big house 

And I am so so tired 

Of staying inside