Find and seek and you shall see
it is not just you - it is me - and it is He and it is She Now rest - on the laurels of caves and farm fresh hay to sleep - to rest - to dream - to invigorate the sound And onto the path - awakening it all seems so clear following righteous clouds and indignant insects that bite all creations - better your life. What do I need to do? To not die, today. What will I need? To make it through the end, of the day. What do I not need? To get by, should I say? Medicine, just this one pill,
I'm gray. For you to answer, the phone. I've been on hold for so long, and I need you right now... please stay. For this tire to last, just a bit longer, maybe one more hour, or maybe, with luck, through to the end, of the whole day. |
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