Status Updates From Luminose cose morte

I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, / dissappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It's not / sadness, though it may sound like it. I'm thinking about people / and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than / anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, / and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let / the savage grass grow