chain of the seed
The seeds of so much confusion
so much that can be undone…walking into the years of
self doubt…
Inside the brown and yellow house…painted in the fear
and coward moments we all keep deep inside
deep within the years we are telling ourselves…
Becoming a new world is a hard thing…becoming the
saving of knowledge is a hard thing listening to the
failings of the past and the present put upon the
dreamers as a chain of _________?
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