Walking through a metallic forest
bushes of barb wire, trees of stainless steel
Three copper crows sitting in a tree
singing with their hollow voices
"pip" "pip" "pip" like my alarm clock
The sterling silver ground feels ice cold against my feet
but my eyes are drawn to a bundle of mushrooms
all identical, must be the same model
They seem brand new to this forest
The gold daisies branch out in solitary
twenty-four carat and so fragile
I could easily tilt them to the ground
crooked for life, compelled to restraint
but no
They seem so lonely drowning in the lack of light
older trees are just to big and wont let t
Walking through a metallic forest
bushes of barb wire, trees of stainless steel
Three copper crows sitting in a tree
singing with their hollow voices
"pip" "pip" "pip" like my alarm clock
The sterling silver ground feels ice cold against my feet
but my eyes are drawn to a bundle of mushrooms
all identical, must be the same model
They seem brand new to this forest
The gold daisies branch out in solitary
twenty-four carat and so fragile
I could easily tilt them to the ground
crooked for life, compelled to restraint
but no
They seem so lonely drowning in the lack of light
older trees are just to big and wont let t