the longer you stay
fixed in no motion
the more the ground pleads
whispers to echoes
for your roots to bound

mine wither
they are weak
in stillness lies death
and i seek life for me

keep wandering
i leave prints
and broken branches

soil crumbles
dries to dust
where my toes touch
i am not wanted

movement is tieless
and i have broken these cuffs
dangling off these walls
of the prison you created
in dubious lust
for possession

in situs mors est
my mind rebels at stagnation

-KH