top of page

I was planted in a question, not a plan

No ground, no meaning, just a shaking hand

You said "grow straight," but the sky was cracked

So I learned to bend where the light leaks back

 

Truth came slow, a lesson I can't unlearn

Not from books, but from things that burn

You called the storms a passing phase

I learned their language, I lived their days

 

Born in bad soil, and the water was fake

The axes forgot the blows I had to take

But I remember, standing through it all

I see what you can't – the rise and the fall

 

Don't challenge the leaves when you don't know the roots

Don't challenge the branches that gave you the fruits

I grew through the storms you just heard in the news

I bled in the soil - now I'm breaking the roof

 

You want clean lines, you want simple truths

But I'm stitched from the cracks you didn't use

You waited for slips, I slithered out of view

Made my own laws from what broke me in two

 

Never made it make sense, never claimed the truth

Just learned to move with the ground removed

You wanted magic, you kept chasing the dream

I built to last, so I became the machine

 

Meaning is a lie, I still chose mine

Carved it out where the roots don't shine

No mercy, no script, no promised sky

Just a will that refused to die

 

Born in bad soil, and the water was fake

The axes forgot the blows I had to take

But I remember, standing through it all

I see what you can't - the rise and the fall

 

Don't challenge the leaves when you don't know the roots

Don't challenge the branches that gave you the fruits

I grew through the storms you just heard in the news

I bled in the soil - now I'm breaking the roof

 

You said I slipped, I missed the pace

I just refused to fall into your place

You're all the same, fit into the frame

I was never even playing your game 

 

You waited for the branches to break

I learned the wind and changed my shape 

I broke through the ground you said I'd lose
Now I stand where the sky has no excuse

 

Born in bad soil, and the water was fake

The axes forgot the blows I had to take

But I remember, standing through it all

I see what you can't - the rise and the fall

 

Don't challenge the leaves when you don't know the roots

Don't challenge the branches that gave you the fruits

I grew through the storms you just heard in the news

I bled in the soil - now I'm breaking the roof

© 2021 - Present by Arpan Dey. All rights reserved.

bottom of page