Nature’s Floss

Like the bees, I’m constantly at work
flying through the days with my wings clipped, thoughts buzzing

As the trees, I’m constantly trying to go back to my roots and rediscover the old, body drumming

Much as the rain, forever I am falling, covering vast areas with little to no aim, eyes wet

Mostly as the night, slipping unto the tunnels attempting to guide myself through the journey, light-filled mind

Such like the rivers, flowing inside yet feeling entrapped, confined by this body bag, overflowing mainframe

And just like the world, I am constantly turning around instead of going on direction, I tend to fall off the track, but still run the same course

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