Acorn

It's new year’s eve,

I’m in a nightclub

This is not my scene, as I tell myself

it’s just one night, it’s just one night

Still I feel empty, out of place

I’m pretending again, I need to stop doing this.

it makes me Numb

I put my hands into my pockets

There is something strange I find

I have an acorn in my pocket

What a strange man I am.

Who brings an acorn to a nightclub

I stand in the middle of people dancing

and I stare at this acorn, remind me of why

I stand like an island in a party

I saw this acorn months ago, lying in the road

it was my intention to save it, for

no tree can grow in the middle of the road

I planned to plant it somewhere

but I never planted it again, this acorn died in my pocket

I’m ashamed, I think of the tree it could have been

I held this hopefully seed and realised this seed was me

I held this metaphor of me

Lost, residing somewhere it shouldn’t be.

This acorn died, in a dark space

This will not be my end

I need to get away, break free

leap into a new future,

I need to see the stars on the other side of the planet

I need to swim in a different ocean

- O T Wellswood