I am the plant by Eli Oko

He said he found inspiration in the words I wrote
He said he was glad he had found
Such talent between my temple
He said he had always wished for creative connectivity
Never expected to gain it
Attain it
And now left to maintain it
He forgets to water my creativity
Like a house plant in a prison
His four walls are cold
Like a house plant in a prison
His four walls are cold
Like a house plant in a prison
His four walls are all that I know

He said that he would forever cherish my passion
That he would nurture it and help it grow
He said he’ll support my fascination
And follow each step that it may go
But no,
He now says that it manipulates him
Controls his thoughts
That he’d like to avoid my influence
He can see it changing him and he is not willing to be changed
And he forgets to remove me from the window, to remove me from his midst
So my creativity blossoms and becomes considerably big
This house plant in a prison
Breaking free from it’s cell
This house plant in a prison
Breaking free from it’s cell
This house plant in a prison
Breaking free, can you tell?