It's gone, completely gone.
I've smoked it all gone.
Trees, at my knees,
dead to disease.
Sick roots holding the Earth in place,
as I remain spinning.
Spinning around in circles
ever, ever turning.
Should I stop immediately and risk exploding?
I should, certainly.
So, then, where is my emergency-break?
I wish I'd never bought this thing.
It only tells me what I don't want to hear.
And yet, without it I'd lose them all.
Well. Them. Her. Same thing.
She doesn't care.
But then she does.
Obnoxious. Who do you think you are?
"You'll still see me."
Why would I want to see you?
I don't want to see you.
Unless you want to see me.
I mean, I'm not expecting a forest from the sand.
But I keep this flow going.
Water. Plenty where that came from.
But so far not a hint of green,
where it couldn't be mistaken.
For brown.
And a disgusting shade thereof.
I need a reason.
This little black square,
it doesn't give me one.
Not a one.
A bu
It's gone, completely gone.
I've smoked it all gone.
Trees, at my knees,
dead to disease.
Sick roots holding the Earth in place,
as I remain spinning.
Spinning around in circles
ever, ever turning.
Should I stop immediately and risk exploding?
I should, certainly.
So, then, where is my emergency-break?
