one of the rotten ones
An overgrown garden stood before you and offered you everything it grew. A thicket of invasive species allowed you into its perfect crop. An ecosystem worthy of any elementary window. Offered you truth without violence...
Choosing instead the path of perfect, painted, roses. Exposed and unthreatening you walked carelessly... You never even told the truth. Watered honestly.
You protected yourself when all you sought to lose was blood and scuffs and all it could lose was everything.
There's a garden they all prefer and you sought to poison it's wild feed.
You never chose life, the path well versed but always left less traveled. The safety you find is as hollow as that wooden cask you say holds your soul.
A jigsaw puzzle. You settled for the applause of a good attempt.
"I know you're name, I'm in control."
I've known a part of you that you hide from the rest of them. You fear it, scurry under a light switch. All I wanted was to share its beauty. Unfortunately for you I know what you are...
But like a weed... Naturally...
A world with wings wide open that all could see. And you couldn't even say goodbye...
You speak of the real. Yet cower from its growing presence.
Turns out I've always been more punk than you...