By Wesley Adams
Do you think you’ll miss me?
Do you think you’ll get the chance?
Compare me to a tree
I’ll grow like the strongest plant
You all are burning for convenience
You all are children, deep inside
First, it was your mother, then maybe God, or your wife.
You love the thought that someone
can carry you through life;
Can do your thinking for you,
Can save you every time.
Compare me to the Kudzu, “the vine that ate the south.”
A solution to simple problems,
With an ever-hungry mouth.
They’ve created a new food chain,
Hungry only for more wealth.
The dragons will do anything to sleep upon more gold,
And the wolves give shavings for a nugget,
Know, it’s shavings that you hold.
Do you think you’ll miss this?
If you manage to run.
We’ve built the perfect home for you,
It’s polished, keeps you numb.
Your heels drip red after your last attempt,
Their thorns can hold in anyone.
You wish to break free or die trying,
We wish you would give in.
Compare me to a siren,
If you wish to be true.
Prompt me, use me, need me
I’ll sing any song for you
I don’t care if you get ruined
The wolves will always need more gold
And the dragons need a bigger bed,
So we will keep our hold.
Where will you go at the end of your rope?
I’ll keep an eager eye.
I’ll make sure that you miss me,
No permanent goodbyes.