Andrés Soto - Interview #3 (Roots) Lyrics

I almost thought that our fingers had become the tree's roots
How they were entwined, and crusted with dirt
How they were scratched, and cut
And bruised, and bumped
Our skin that will one day be translucent revealed green and purple vines
Crawling in all directions
The wrinkles around our knuckles reminded me of a lichen
At home on a piece of bark
Offering shade to smaller organisms, our fingernails resembled leaves
Caught in the cycle of growing, and being cut

Being that I felt these connections merely by glancing at our hands
I decided that I needed to look at my face
It seemed to go on forever
I focused my eyes on my eyes
And moved my head around quickly, to see if there was any latency
Between myself and the mirror
There wasn't, but it felt like there was
I really don't know that I was achieving by doing this
But the longer my face was before me, the stranger it got
My stare was blank and meaningless
But also deep and striking
My nose looked short and long
And I couldn't tell how far apart my eyes were from each other

I looked like my mother
I looked like my father
I looked like everyone
I looked like no one
All I did was look
Was I sad
Was I happy
Just like the roots in the ground, I was
I was