The clouds remind us,
The earth needs to be cleaned
It creates its own bed
And sleeps in space
A comet passes by
Forgeting everything it was
I stand on uneven ground
The only life i knew,
Has been forgotten
I wisper gently at their behest
“This calm is too calm for truth”
Then the fire goes up
Sifting through every mistake ive made
While the fire rises,
I fall into my own silence
“Stick with me” I say
Fearing the punishmemt of solitude
I am sifted like grain
And poisoned for thirst
In the oceans i run
Wishing the dirt will wash away
“Its what i was made of” I argue
A door unlocked is as good as no door
One locked,
The result of fear
When will we all get along?
Because…
I want that…
So clean me