Subterranean rivers of sadness

Nailed to a piece of dead rotten wood

That uprooted stood

Understands our cells our glands

Understood the quick drowning sands

We bear the seal of the unbearable

We are those who do all the planning

Amazingly cunning

Yet always alone

In our mind's so overgrown 

We use the curses Of the unswearable

Our existence and onlyness

Studying and demanding 

The world we live in

Asking the questions

Is an answer of meaning 

But often we end up pleading 

As we all do give in 

At the end the middle or the beginning

From the womb to the grave

Knowing and using

Nature and wondering

We nurture Our star 

To make a candle 

To take into the caverns Of our soul

Where our emotional air 

Is stale and thin

And feeling helpless is not a sin

We must breath in new life 

Through What courage entails 

To look into those places 

And be more stable 

See our true faces 

Grieve for our tails  

To tell our true tales 

Is our truest fight

The foremost achievement 

Stopping the violence

Is where lies our might

To squeeze through the narrow walls

To our memories halls

One must sometimes Crawl

In subterranean rivers Of sadness 

One may fall 

Yet when forgotten Systems are lost in no more

And you no longer miss them 

You feel your core

Not too big not too small

Just as you are

You begin to stand up tall 

And closing the gap 

Of our ideal