Blown away from sunlight
Sweeped away from the shore
Crunched in broad daylight
But fragments broke more
Soft and scintillating
In the present, hallucinating
Ignored when still flashing
Chased when dark and rotting
Can't wait for my downfall
Can't wait to be appreciated
In the end, still gonna crawl
But stretched lips created
Loud cries isn't vengeance
Silence can still be
You can mostly find my essence
When I'm pulled out of a tree
