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The Unwilling Seed
I climbed the mountain, hiked the stairs
Embraced the peaks with a subtle care
While it was cold, that I could bare
Unlike being alone up there
I’m upset at this unwilling seed
It would not grow if I gave it sea
It will not show what it wants to be
I’m upset because its hard shell still whispers to me
I’m fighting for a muse
No I’m fighting for a muse(ment)
Should have struck me as alarming
Turning your nose at my unkempt garden
Can’t blame you for having eyes
Can’t blame you for seeing guys
Can’t blame me for having faith
Can’t blame me for saving face
Should have struck me as a sign
Babe, you’re always a step behind
I’m fighting for a muse
No I’m fighting for a muse(ment)
What was meant to be, is now for all to read
Though it escaped from me, maybe my fondest memory
Falling for what could be, ignoring those proven to me
Reasons I can’t explain. Wait that’s a lie
It’s for fear of being hanged
You’ve given more love than admitted
I’ve given less than previously acquitted
Moist cheeks reminisce cold weeks
Although my roots are moving along
And you were the seed for which I longed
Like our memories; I hope you’ll be strong
