Out in the orchard.

Little acorns turn into great oak trees.
You stunted my growth and now I'm left in the shadows.
Just a tiny weed in your orchard.

Eve ate the forbidden fruit so fuck it.
Why stop there?
I'll take my pick of the sweetest fruits you have to offer.
I'll pick them from the highest branches and I'll see you in hell.

We can watch the cycling of the seasons.
The nesting of the birds.
The falling of the leaves.
The blossom and the fruit.

You can't hide from time.
Time. Just. Keeps. Ticking.
If I stopped every clock in the world would time stand still?
Can I stay stuck in this moment?

Time rots us all.
Food for the earthworms.