I'm so alone, got tulips growing out of my elbows;
I'm so rooted, got elephant grass sprouted between my toes-
I've got to make friends, with this feeling of separation.
Got to get out of this rut, start running in any direction;
If you're smart, you'll come too-
Don't ever be found where they expect you to be.
Don't bother naming the daisies that grow on my grave;
They won't be around any longer than I was-
Why rename a clod of earth, as if that makes it a man?
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