From my observation, it doesn’t seem as if many people choose growth,

they just face the inevitability of time passing which alludes to some kind of forwards movement.

I am a student to my own skin

I am a foreigner in my own land.

I search and strive for something worth holding close and tending to.

I know not the secrets of the ancient trees rooted upon fertile soil, I know nothing of the thought and footsteps of those that travel before and around me, I do not know why the sky is blue or the grass is green.

I am simply a passerby, here for a dirty and slippery ride.

I dig deep within a skin that will not forever be mine

for I am just as temporary as the

ants in my bedroom.

My skin will rot and my eyes will cave,

just like the rest.

So while I crawl and dance and tumble like the baby that I am,

I may as well enjoy

the laughter

the music

the grief

and the pain

the burns that still upon my heart

for ever do they live on

as long as I remain.

I am just as fluid as the air that I breathe

and yet just as still

as the rocks beneath my feet;

there are memories inside of me

that will fade just like my youth.

I know not much of anything,

so as long as I shall remain,

I will dance as silly as the sky

and cry as loudly as the rain.