Hey Camellia, what are you doing?
Get your feet back on the ground
And find out for yourself

Hey Tomato, feel the spring
Give yourself another chance
Before you're down right now

Hey Georgia, where did you go?
Try to bring yourself around
Before you leave, before you leave

Hey Rosemary, what on earth will make the bad thing go away
What do you need, what do you see?
When the hand came down on Tennessee
Death came ripping

What do you want me to believe?
Fury born alight, days deep
Crazy visions in a stirred up kind of waking dream

When you were born, we held you
You didn't know it but you took your name then
And emerged later after so many years
Sweet like okra or a comatose reverie
You found light in the gentle friction
Between sense and reality

Even as a child your features had definition
One folded into the next as though composed with intention
It's true, there were many flowers like you in bloom then
Now, they toss atop bedsprings just to keep from eddying under
Their hands grip each other's just to try to stay afloat
And amidst the struggle, pleasure darts between them
It's not easy

These words weren't meant for you
But one day they find you through another
And through you, one day they find another
And then one day another, and one day another
It's not easy

Love should be easy to forget but it lingers like death
Happiness will never be a constant state of being
You find hope in brief, slipping grasps at revelation
You strive constantly to believe in a world just beyond the one you see
It comes to you sometimes, but only when you stop looking