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