words are seeds 
throw em in the dirt 
in hopes they grow 
into trees 
hope you reap 
what you sow 
this an ode 
to the leaves 
in the breeze 
that fall on a road 
or in a stream 
of thought 
where the meaning 
gets caught 
in between 
meaning and not 
water just leaning 
on the rocks 
that’s you and me 
but we switchin off 
cuz we’re a team 
Nah I forgot 
that’s just what we used to be 
that’s just what it used to be