Apples

I feel like thefruiton ground Looking up at you now Wondering if your arms aretiredor feelheaviernow As you hold yourdreamsand yourhopesfor me when you'relookingdown I'mcomfortedby thesongsof the birds Calling out for my flesh While the bugs they want more Ishouldbegratefulat all to exist To feed the earth But I know I am wasted I wish Icouldcry out I wish Icouldgrow up I want to be more than the softness You put in your hands Thenthrowon thegroundjust to hear my end Ooooo I'm wasted Tooheavyto carry Too soft to molded Oooooooo I'm wasted Toosweetto be eaten Too ripe to be good Ooooooo I'm wasted No need for the tree To lay down for the fruit