Roots

where does it begin

is there even ever an end?

a start stop sharp turn and we're in

this, is another story a trail

we began but we didn't know it would fail

or have we forgotten the road less traveled?

with the rocks and the roots and we stumbled

but we grew and we were humbled 

and we learned. I miss my roots.

there should have never been

we could have never been 

but i would have never learned my lesson

can you answer my questions?

I mean all my questions

like why there's a moon or the sun

why my sides ache when i run

hard. I could have been your one

and she may be just for fun

but i need to hear my gut

i need to trip on the roots

and scrape my knees on the rocks

and feel the sweat bead up on my forehead.

Fresh earth feels cool in my palms

and I calm and I listen

I let nature teach me my lesson

Then once i'm battered and torn

and bruised and worn I'll be whole again.

forgive me my friend,

and may our paths lead us both to a better end