Good Soil, Bad Seeds - A Lot Like Birds

Good people do such bad things when untended to

Good soil with such dead leaves bearing rotten fruit

Kinetically, I am what you give to me

Give me trust and I’ll be trusting

Separately, when I’m not where you can see

The machinery that keeps us on is rusting

And when we meet, you’ll kiss me with a seed between your teeth

And if it settles in my chest, I’ll do my best to leave it be

I’ll let the stem strike out

I’ll let it pry apart my ribs

I’ll throw the petals up to show this for exactly what it is

Kinetically, I am what you give to me

Give me trust and I’ll be trusting

Separately, when I’m not where you can see

The machinery that keeps us on is rusting

In conversation, when my tongue is laying traps for you to fall on,

will you fall on?

In the teeth, are you calm, are you serene so your stillness gives me nothing?

Take what you want, I won’t be selfish

Just take it all, I know you can’t help it

Don’t lose the steps that got you this far

Just get some rest, you know you don’t have to fall apart

(There is nothing to fear, there is nobody watching you

There’s nobody watching you, you don’t have to fall apart)

Good people do such bad things when untended to

Good soil with such dead leaves bearing rotten fruit