The Earth

The earth does not run for me
It is me who runs

While she waits, smiling
watch a wandering child

Escape from one hand, to another
it's all mama

From this land, to that 
it's all karma

With children peachy pink 
and semi-sweet chocolate
Jump on her moonbelly, 
crash in her oceanbath
nestled in her fairy forest
all in a days drama

Do stomped on stage and strung out crowd
Stand to give song and dancing?

The players play or are played

The game holds them down

The Earth does not run from me
Just holds a lot

Of her Oceans 
my Blood

her Breeze 
my Lungs

her Orbit 
my Mind

To revel on 
despite my cries
Cradle me 
from all my lies

My Sorrows
Her Storms

My Anger
Her Lava

My Curses
Her Rainbows

Senile old lady painting 
over everyone's skies