E.A Rumfield
01-23-2013, 01:24 AM
I think it time I start to wander
before I spread my roots
and become a contented tree
in the used up soil of my forebears
I'd rather be a gentle seed
carried by the breeze to unimagined lands
Before I spread my roots
I think I'd do right to wander
I see their mistakes and misjudgments
It's time I imagine my own
Me, it's time I start to wander
There is no room to grow tall in these lands
nor are the minerals sufficient
my growth is blocked by those that came before
because home is where you die before
you get the chance to grow
before I spread my roots
and become a contented tree
in the used up soil of my forebears
I'd rather be a gentle seed
carried by the breeze to unimagined lands
Before I spread my roots
I think I'd do right to wander
I see their mistakes and misjudgments
It's time I imagine my own
Me, it's time I start to wander
There is no room to grow tall in these lands
nor are the minerals sufficient
my growth is blocked by those that came before
because home is where you die before
you get the chance to grow