hellocentral

it's time for you to go
look up at the eiffel tower
and the colosseum
and the bricks and sand and blood
feel the silence you've created
inside and out
you love the way it feels
sitting on the cold bench
the new york subway bench
waiting for the train
at least you think that's what
you're waiting for
you can feel the concrete
before your body hits the floor
and all you can think of is home
i'm so sick of the street signs
and the fucking street while i'm at it
i'm a rock on the ground
i'm the roots of a tree
and the world means nothing to me anymore
nothing
and the wind starts to blow
inside and outside
above and below
and the sky is pure white now
and the ground changes to match
but i can still smell the flowers
hiding under the snow.