I’m shaking, shaking,
The dark wrap has me,
The branches grasp my name,
I’ve always, been a dreamer,
But who knows the difference between vine and chain?
Darkness, darkness, awake my spirit,
Fight or flight, Shine the light of your spark,
Forgotten in nuance the versatility filling me,
The utter infinity in every quark.
Racing, racing, still the roots do chase me,
Still do drag me down into their depth,
Steps I’ve taken, have I still not awaken?!
What Act of Being will fulfill my test?