the green inner flow
I try to relax inside the big granite box
spending my days wanting to be somewhere else
closer to the ground and the green inner flow
with air to breathe and room to grow
although no one notices or cares to admit
the granite box is always sick
collective psyche cries in pain
box of stories box of rain
I try to relax as days go by
before the walls expose the sky
a glimpse of light begins to show
I walk the ground and feel the green inner flow
it's finally time to go
tell God I'm frozen...