The World is Round

I hang my heart from the highest tree

Every time I head into town

And I’m headed into town every time

I step out my front door. 

Into the city, drowning in sound

I’m looking for the point, but the world is round. 

So I run away in my speed machine

When I drive my eyes are drowning in green

Drowning in green like golden pennies on the pavement

Things you never see in the city

Where gold is locked up like

Trees squared in by boxes of sidewalks

Driving through the forest where

At least the trees outnumber me

ten billion green leaves, and I feel

free, just another little animal who doesn’t need

anything that kills the whole world

Like the plastic-wrap on my groceries

I’d rather get groceries in a blackberry patch

Scratched up and sunburned to pay

for all the small wet purple packages

made out of dust and sunshine

I could catch a fish, wrapped in water and slime

Walking along in a cool brown stream

If I learned to be fast enough with my

plastic fishing pole

With my heart hung safe at the top of a tree

I’m locked in my plastic speed machine

Driving faster and faster

Buried in sound

I’m looking for the point, but the world is round.