small frog

Despite all my bruises
i'm killing all the old causes...
Everything's missing in the fog,
All the trees (and tears) are blue.
That's a fine true
Won't seek another
I'm just missing my father
But I know I'd rather
Be a frog, small and green
And not on a screen...
Fearing predators and earth
Forgetting my own birth
Giving away my eyes
Understanding why everything dies
Being a small frog
Wiser than all of men.