A powerful seed planted within must find its way out unless there is no light.

I danced, I explored, I indulged. It moved me not out. I cried, I crawled, I dissolved. And now, it flowers its way out.

A seed reveals itself as a grand tree, only to fall once again into the soil, a seed.

You and I, a recycling play of Earth.

I looked around the world misunderstood love, faithless friendship, physical fame,

celebrated objects and still, the yearning to taste a drop from heaven.

How do I express my predicament to these ever-thinking minds?

IN is the only way OUT.