Week 3 - Just Write (1-0) vs. Mike Wrecka (1-1) - JUST WRITE WINS 6-0

[Mike Wrecka]

here I rest firmly planted, laying on the ground,
reaching up towards the sky just waiting to be found,
in harmony with nature, without making a sound,
staying lost in these thoughts that are breaking me down,
contemplate and decide, that I am not unique,
if I died no one would cry, feeling obsolete,
just need to be heard, its almost like I got to speak,
want to scream at the nearest person and stomp my feet,
but im weak, frail physique, made me a place holder,
my whole life I have been repeatedly walked all over,
gazing at my reflection, this is what I realize,
anytime I raise up, I get cut down to size,
so I reside alone, underneath a tree in the park,
at night I stay hidden, it gets reasonably dark,
and im hard to spot in the day, I blend in quite well,
among all the other park goers, wearing pastel,
if tomorrow I was uprooted, what would some say,
about the one that just sat there, soaking up the suns rays,
it might seem like, I don't have a care in the world,
but honestly im jealous of all the chipmunks and squirrels,
my mission is to get out of the position im in,
been stuck here for so long, I don't know where to begin,
and all hope is really starting to fade fast,
how long is the life span of a blade of grass?,
yes im just a blade of grass, searching for freedom at last,
but its a never ending cycle as the seasons pass,
I just want to be heard, its like I got to speak, please listen,
my entire existence has been spent in this park, imprisoned,
I wish I was a pigeon, so I could fly away,
but this is where I was planted, and this is where I must stay