As I change,
some refuse to follow,
As I become something new,
Some refuse to see it,
As I transition to a more,
spiritual being,
I leave behind humanity,
in my paranoia,
society is unimportant,
this world belongs to the tree,
when we are all gone,
yes, you,
and yes, me,
are existence is fleeting,
One, For only two things,
To live, breathe,
and give the tree carbon dioxide,
To die, be buried,
and give the tree soil.
Violet Lovelena Witt 