i´m a moody and swirling pool, lost in some dark wood
angry at a million things and more
i can do no good
ah, but sometimes -

sometimes i´m a growing blade of grass
washed by the rain, bent by the wind

i´m a deeply wounded lonely tree
lost in my own way
brooding on the saddest things and worse
i´ve seen my better day

i´m an old and broken tumbleweed
lost on faded sands
dreaming of my yesterdays before
i watch the heat waves dance