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What better time than now?
So, here I go again into this lonesome cave, in which even though guidance is craved, it flows past my head
Funny, how contradiction is a step in the right direction, maybe it's there to shows there's no right and wrong, who knows
Midevil lightning grazes the wheat fields, ablaze goes the crop the farmer is saddened and feels all is lost
Crazy attitudes are beckoning me to reject any form of insight
My hands as if tremble when it tastes it with delight
Meadows and shadows come together and shine bright
leaves regrow and comb the streets with their delicate presence
Crunch...They go as we step on them in contemplation of what our next action will be
In order to succesfully move into the next stage of our supposed lives
Of our supposed personality, of our supposed rights
As change rattles in my denim pockets, it is not the change I require
I prespire from resisting all that can send me higher
Mightier than any storm is the presence of grace
Yet it's so very soft, it calls to you as a mom does her little son
Urging him to do that dance she saw him do last week
Yet who is it that is displeased when the son rejects with a hardened decree
I am so tired, and so wired, and so fried, and so dry, that it must be now that I am going to realize
What better time
than now?
