Food without Mouth.

Lone pondering,
Revisions, my notations swim through my current.
My heart responds for this AtR..
Feeling as if they lack matter..
A nature lacking pockets of importants..

An emotion clicks, feeling a lack of ambition..
Apathetic essence, questioning the worth,
Wealthy without a use..
Like a tree among the sea's bottom.
Where land will never find itself lurking for air.

The least who I am needs care..
Like the drowning tree gives air.
My life provides so other life can breath..
But I'm often the tree in the sea. - AtR