Mine spilt in thirds
Fighting each other
No one wins we all fail
There is a lazy friend
Kicking the Artist
Who is breaking the forest lover's heart
Can't sit still
Doing something none of us want
Can't focus on what’s in front of our blind eyes
Brain stured like soup
Eyes fog as a morning at the coast
Body stressed, and shacking
The Artist is losing her ideas
The Lazy sleeps alone
The Forest lover is dying of a broken heart
Nothing to say, lips shut from frustration
Can't chose a book or word
Chills on the laptop wasting life
Must find a balance
A way to put us together
To make one
Writes about the tree's songs
Writes on the laptop about my new ideas
And at the end of the day chills with friends and family
The artist feeds the
The forest lover befriends
The Lazy and shows each other the beautiful world
That is theirs to play with and learn from
Fighting each other
No one wins we all fail
There is a lazy friend
Kicking the Artist
Who is breaking the forest lover's heart
Can't sit still
Doing something none of us want
Can't focus on what’s in front of our blind eyes
Brain stured like soup
Eyes fog as a morning at the coast
Body stressed, and shacking
The Artist is losing her ideas
The Lazy sleeps alone
The Forest lover is dying of a broken heart
Nothing to say, lips shut from frustration
Can't chose a book or word
Chills on the laptop wasting life
Must find a balance
A way to put us together
To make one
Writes about the tree's songs
Writes on the laptop about my new ideas
And at the end of the day chills with friends and family
The artist feeds the
The forest lover befriends
The Lazy and shows each other the beautiful world
That is theirs to play with and learn from
