As I dive into the concrete
swim through sidewalk in this city
I'll feel new petals unfold
as old roots die
making way for the new
mirages all around me
but the end is still in mind
the pollution swims throughout my veins
my heart pumping gas like a machine
but this gasoline could never harm me
it makes it easier to breathe
the differences i am making
the changes in my tides
my orbiting moon still waning
my fingers itching to decide
these roots are pulling forward
these leaves are turning new
my feeling and skin are changing
I'm getting better
and I'll never be able to thank you.
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