Imagine 
17 years ago
You buried yourself under the ground to grow 
You fed from the root fluid of trees
Nestled deep in the dirt 
A naive, yet hopeful nymph 
You dreamed of the world you would awaken to
On shaky limbs you unearth yourself 
You birth yourself from Mother Earth 
You climb the nearest tree and hug its bark 
A shell of your past self left behind 
You take in the world and realize 
You’re surrounded by 
This 
Shit 

Hell
I’d spend all of my surface days
Screaming too

I would make the collective mating song 
Louder than a jet plane

What bravery
To make music 
During all the madness