I know I'm friends with the trees
They peer out my through the windows
Silently staring back at me
I want to root myself deep in the ground
I want my arms grow strong, bear fruit, be home to the bees
Let my blood turn to sap and my fingers into leaves
I want to go back
Let me return to the ground in the ashes of the earth
My bones are just carbon
Or star dust
I can't stand this sentient form
Let me return to the place where I was born
I can't see the lines they're blurred
I say I do my best without my sight
When I'm hurt the most
Spread my ashes when I die
Don't let me be enslaved to this body of mine
Particles separate
I want to go back
Let me return to the ground in the ashes of the earth
My bones are just carbon
Or star dust
I can't stand this sentient form
Let me return to the place I was born
