Leave your roots to dry.
Find a place to lie down.
When the green turns to brown,
will you still be around?
Because I spent years under the ground,
no soil to call my own.
I'm a garden unplanted with seeds to sow
and gravity can never keep me from your arms while I'm still young.
Now, every moment that I spend in-between enjoying myself and second-guessing everything
is lost and squandered on time that was never mine, then chalked up to a promise I made to another one time.
