The dam that kept me under control broke
The water spilled through and look what happened
The destruction of what I was told was meant to be
Became
grass,
flowers,
trees.
Don’t tell me that the dam was for my own good
You may like the desert but
I like the woods.
.
Let the daisies softly carpet what once was rough and barren
Let the trees offer their cool shade
Let the water flow into each living thing like a second breath
.
If you want to save my soul
Give it life
not
death.
The Culture of Being 