I am the stepping stone
A footprint implanted in me
I am the playground fence
Where the skin fell off from my knees
I am the cottonmouth
Baring my teeth at the barrel of an unknown gun
I am the rooftop
Unalone on top with the rolling sun
With the rolling sun
I am the pumpkin patch
The stinging stickers in the grass
I am the flying bug
In my eye as the trees blur past
I am the churchhouse stage
Playing in the dark hallways
I am the clouds above
Hiding behind the other days
All the other days
All the other days
All the other days
I am the mango tree
Planting myself within the ground
I am the wooden hideout
Soft sea smell wafting around
I am the canister spray
A type of art you work to find
I am the water tower
Blending both the ocean and the sky