Aerial roots

Time is a healer now that's for sure
With every second you can feel the cure
But there are times when I just wish to scoot
And I call myself an aerial root

You cannot hide from your memories
And put yourself out off the misery
Your finger's on the trigger and you try to shoot
Because you feel like an aerial root

This ground is sandy and that one's full of stones
This land is muddy and that one's full of cones
You're looking for the right place but you don't know where to go
You gotta watch your move

He's rushing down the street and tries to hide
He's running dry and his feet are tied
Without no money without any food
His whole life just was an aerial root

Believe me my friend we're running out of time
Look where we are in a different clime
Life will be full of rapids, will be full of chutes
If we would become aerial roots

This land is crowded and that one is deserted
Where do you go? You look a bit disconcerted
You're looking for a life without any fear
You'd better stop to veer

Late at night when you wake up to the sound
Of crying and weeping but there is no one around
You realize with every single scream
It's not a dream
And there is no one who's gonna hold you tight
During the days and all through the night
In the next months, in the next years
You'd better fight these fears

One step to the left, one step to the right
Everything is turning into black and white
So easy to see, so hard to understand
Watch out my friend

One step forward and one step back
You got yourself into a cul-de-sac
Turn around this might be the end of the pursuit
Or you're an aerial root


(c) Matthias Wichtrup 2004
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