Seed to Tree

I been sitting on my loungeroom floor, Wondering how I can make sense of this mess.. Wondering how I can reach out.. How I can hit that road less travelled... I got two hands, two feet, two wings, but these strings on my back won't let up... My feet can hardly move beyond the mud, Hands are red with guilt and shame of things I've done and said.. Now I'm half way dead.. I've done some shit, said some things, but now is the time, time to rise up and sing... They say you can't turn stone to water, but I'm bout to make magic shit happen, cuz anything can happen, from mind to seed, from seed to tree, that shits real, and that shit is me..