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If i could change today

Id find the words to

Write a song and right a wrong

Elucidate with verbal medicine

An artists reflection gleaming

Stretching and reaching to find the way home

To mend these broken wings

Why do we even look anymore if we don’t see?

A mist shrouded field with tall grass

Enormous ancient trees

A lush sense of detail and so vivid as to relieve

Relieve one of the absent wandering of those who

Are so ready to believe

Anything but these scenes we weave

Astronomically fearfully fearless and fearlessly fearful

I see you, don’t you see me?