I need a new home.

[Smaerd]

Take me with you, anyone, bring me with you.
Awaiting the moment.
Sitting, ninety eight degrees, curing,
basking in the clutter of biological matter.
Plant me, grow me, boil me, seperate me, cut me, sell me.
I am yours, in your pan, in your bowl, in your heart, in your soul.

I won't move anymore, I have been cut from my branch.
Every moment you have or haven't I would help enhance.
Yet I am set to sit, and wait.
Until I eventually spoil, and go back into the dirt.

Those who enjoy me, even to my core.
Only try to burn me, and take what makes me unique.
Or just sense me and tell me,
"You are carbon. You are water. A by product of nitrogen and oxygen.
You will turn to these all again."

So one does what it was told, and it lays and waits.
Dreaming through the days to full-fill satisfaction.
Dreaming of admiration, laying helplessly while defiled.
Love me, leave me, help me, thank me, remember me, forget me.

Nothing in this world can give me life.
My life has been lived.
It is just outer perspective prying me otherwise.

There is no science to spirit,
there is no fantasy to spirit,
for there is no true spirit.

As there is no truth to love,
there is no truth to hate,
there is no truth to truth.

Plant me, grow me, boil me, seperate me, cut me, sell me.

I am yours, in your pan, in your bowl, in your heart, in your soul.

Now I sit and repeat to myself,
"I am carbon. I am water. A by product of nitrogen and oxygen,
and I will turn in to these all again."

Love me, leave me, help me, thank me, remember me, forget me.

I am not me, and I am not yours.
Being aware of this means nothing, in the long river of trance.
So I wait, until I become a victim of entangled outer physical circumstance.

[Pharm Girl]

Smaerd does it again.............~

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