| what is it going to take?
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| distance between these rival broods
to be continued...
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| -She likes the taste of seeds too much to bear fruit
so i stuck my hand in the ground
felt around and found something strong
i was pulling for days
and someone miles away said
"maybe you need a break"
and then i whispered to myself
"how wrong am i?"
and thought that no one could tell
i stretched my arm and led myself through the crowd
i found a place to sit and then stood above myself
i tried to figure out the way to shape my hands like my dad's
and then i whispered to myself
"how strong am i?"
but this time i answered out loud
"i could use a little help"
-She like the taste of meat too much to care about you
well, this must be the season of the proud
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| Stepping On
the ground in which i've been
i'd like to dig but i'm not sure of my hands
so i'll hide instead
looked to and waiting to be found
its there, i am
in and doing without
out and not getting in
this is a place where someone has been
a new season says
the same is coming on
i can't manage the step
but oh, stride is a comfortable sin
my eyes meet the time
and the time is right
the time is mine
-possesion of time?
-what a foolish mind
a foolish mind waiting to be found
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| What if this is permanent?
i can feel a change
what of this is permanent?
breaking skin only broke my own
we can all only stretch it so far
you are who you are
and i can't even keep up
much less come along
when all i can do is look
i look to you
but i am in the wrong.
the first time it was a crime
seems that way with every step i take
mistake after mistake
i keep stepping never stopping to stay
it gets me where i am and gets me out again
but
now its time i leave the sand.
open the ground
and take me down
for the dirt
is what i'm worth.
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