Seeds - Room Eleven

I’m thinking too far ahead

But ‘now' is gone while you say it

You’re not perfect

But I’m no perfectionist

When I come home

There are twelve in my shoes

One in my bra

The one I kept for you

Seeds seeds

They spin in twisters in the streets

On shiny days

Like they want to tell me

Something

But I’m in a hurry

And I pretend I don’t see these

Seeds

In the streets

Seeds

Seeds Seeds

Plant a seed

Keep thinking you did

And it will grow

Real slow

Forget

And before you know

It’s a… Tree