Hope.... you are hopeless I say. Your roots nourished by my whims

And when you go slowly you see things clearly

"I like my house Spic and span

I wish I grew old, as slow as a tree Wish moments didn't pass

It takes a while to GET things.

"Be like me, I belong to no one

Let this muck root my feet,

"Go find yourself a warm place Don't open up to this space

"No, I don’t feel sorry doing nothing at all"

You see, to me they are the ones silly who try to live far from it (emotions) & willy-nilly