I don’t know where to sleep.
I’m deepest gone in the morning.
During the night, I’m just wandering off.
Not really resting well enough.

I don’t know where to live.
Deep down, I know what I feel I need.
A loving safe place.
Like everyone wants.

Waking up to the eyes I chose to see.
Finally feeling peace.
Being held in mutual devotion and pureness.
Like a newborn in their mom’s cradle.
Like never escaping the womb.
In a cocoon with a twin soul.
Surrounded by love.

Waking up in safety.
Waking up in bliss.
Getting up making a cup of green leaf tea.
Sitting under the willow tree.

And the willow finally agrees.
I found what I was looking for.
I don’t need to escape.
I’m not making wrong choices.

The willow looks at me like the film has a happy end.
Like, I told you everything was gonna be ok.
You just had to be extremely patient.
But look at me, I’ve been here for over 800 years and I’m called Aaliyah.

And through those last few years I’ve seen you come and go.
I’ve seen your brokenness, your restlessness, your intensity, your stress.
I had to be the witness.

Sometimes I could put my leaf upon your shoulder.
Sometimes you just made me want to pull away.
Because I didn’t agree with you, you are stubborn.
But you know what you want.

And I’m just standing here being all patient.
Old and weary like you.
But also renewing.
You can as well.
Probably not completely and certainly not the same.

Guess you need the right environment.
And you never felt like you had it.
But look at this soil.
Look at me all bent over.

We both dreamed about dropping ourselves into the water.
For me, the dream is just a dream.
And I guess for you as well because this movie scene hasn’t happened.
That’s when I woke up from lying under the willow tree… 🥹🥲