The Tree, -- it got my heart; now it's no more.
T'was a happy year, now it's a sad one.
They used to be my friends, when I needn't
Know my place in hometown borderlines;
Where, -- the abstracts were no so abstract;
Or bore a jubilant demeanor from extracts.
(This, -- rather bypass, I'm not supposed to talk
In a patronizing tone -- hold no power;
Or I recede back to where this is coming from)
It's about time we climb up to the table
And pay homage to our repugnant idea:
Of being gay and off turbulence. Fast!
Because I know...I know,
In quite a day, and one miracle away,
These words, -- they'll suffer.
And will retaliate with full impact.
But, now, when I'm sodded with it --
I know I can tell --
I enjoy it --
Wholesome as the body having a soul,
And the soul having a body
(Now I stop. And there's no use of you reading this.
Because none can suffice or be for comparison
To the useless journey -- that at end,
Leaves us with hefty weight to carry)
(The running world's coming closer now;
Let's discuss about it while we cut our skin
[Like we always do]
Idolaters, chew again --
The fruit melting, the water slugging)
