I walk through the mud
I choke on the dust
Sinking with each step
Drowning with each breath
My heart aches in this place
Movement becomes so difficult
The air is dry
Happiness, I envy
Scared is my reality
In a world that seems too terrible to be real
Occasionally I find a rock
And when I do I step on it for stability
When I find it I move even less
And feel grounded
Even if it is in a moment that doesn’t last
This peaceful place
For me
Seems to never last
For the rock always sinks
In the mud, I just can’t escape
I see grass growing in this place
When my eyes are closed
And it is soft to lay
It is easy to run
