• Mine spilt in thirds
    Fighting each other
    No one wins we all fail

    There is a lazy friend
    Kicking the Artist
    Who is breaking the forest lover's heart

    Can't sit still
    Doing something none of us want
    Can't focus on what’s in front of our blind eyes

    Brain stured like soup
    Eyes fog as a morning at the coast
    Body stressed, and shacking

    The Artist is losing her ideas
    The Lazy sleeps alone
    The Forest lover is dying of a broken heart

    Nothing to say, lips shut from frustration
    Can't chose a book or word
    Chills on the laptop wasting life

    Must find a balance
    A way to put us together
    To make one

    Writes about the tree's songs
    Writes on the laptop about my new ideas
    And at the end of the day chills with friends and family

    The artist feeds the
    The forest lover befriends
    The Lazy and shows each other the beautiful world
    That is theirs to play with and learn from