The grasshopper

I jump over mountains
and duck next to hills
I push forward strong
with blades against my skin

Avoiding webs of lies
screaming static, hoping not to die
green of envy, I wish I was tall
there's no rest for the weary when the light starts to fall

My heart is aching from the blood that doesn't flow
My back is stiff as if i have no bones
I feel hallow...I'm a bitter dying tree
each new day I put for effort with a mighty sighing heave

I jump over mountains

and duck next to hills

I push forward strong

with blades against my skin