Every age has its seed
Where we all can be
When we get out of the shell
And step into living hell
Sometimes we're an oak
Or we're humans with a cloak
But I prefer the former
Because I will never have to stay sober or warmer
Just the base
Being stable and safe
Enjoying the natural phenomena
That doesn't involve others' drama
But I can't see the sky
or the birds that fly
Because I'm gone
I'm paper that's to be drawn
