Let this muck

Let this muck
root my feet,
and this wind
let me greet,
Eyes wide open
point to the sky
Arms stretched out
not asking why

Try your best
To arrest
You may grudge
But I won’t budge
The muck you throw
Makes me grow
Holds me tight
and give a fight
to fears within
oh there’s no sin

I am madness
Like this breeze
I am this life
That doesn’t cease
Stay with me
If you please
I am this way
not to appease!