Jan 11

Rooted Red

Roots stretch like spiderweb cracks across this land.
Will there ever be a time when roots are not fractured?
Our roots may be the things that end us.
Pride and ignorence will drive everthing else
over the
edge.
Oh to be a nomad traveling to the bounds of this world,
not having to choose here or there.
never wavering from the path of the wanderer.
Do not kill the explorer inside you for your ancester's place.
You do not have to be the wartorn country you were raised in,
you do not have to be the guns knocking on wood,
you can just be the all...
and everyone's heart will follow.