I’ve been walking for day in this meadow, toward an end I couldn’t see
From time to time I came to meet a tree, with his arm reaching to me
*“Come lay beside me, I’ll shelter you from the wind*
*and from the howling of time that bends”*
But quickly the tree disappeared, as quickly as the ones from before
Suddenly you’re left with nothing, but the decaying fruit he bore
I dip my teeth in what is left hoping that the memory subsides
Is it me or from the wind, I can’t forever hide?
Eventually the howling came to an end, and I sat contemplating an elusive end
But the winds started claiming me again, as it’s fingers ran across my skin
And the dirt filled my lunges as a disease rising from within
You stuggle and fight it but eventually you give up
Hoping that someday things will naturally loosen up
Maybe I was born to walk into meadows and drown into seas
Maybe this is how things where meant to be.
I’ve been walking for day in this meadow toward an end I couldn’t see
I wish someone told me what depression felt like before it claimed me.