may I be a thought
risen from my imagination
as the mean against myself
as a definition
even so knowing that I am I
and ever will be me
breathing the air
my ancestors breathed
envision a shape
all you can see is just it's scape
a blossom is your ceiling
the mold threst
and its loot is rising up to your head
the scarp up seems defeating
and it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
and I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
and it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
and I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
but all the same I fell pleased
and desolate at once
paddling against my own certainty
forcing the bale's larynx down to its feed
'cause I'm standing
on every step, on every sign
within the plant of paradox
envision a shape
all you can see is just it's scape
a blossom is your ceiling
the mold threat
and its loot is rising up to your head
the scarp up seems defeating
and it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows
an I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up
aaaaah

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