A Handful of Seeds
To be left with only one thing,
And you ask me what it is I would most need.
It is important that this allows me to succeed,
In which case the only thing I believe,
Any person in their right mind would ever need,
Is a brain full of ideas-- like a handful of seeds.
But seeds themselves are never enough,
Although in all my seeds I have trust,
A field without any seeds that root--
-- will eventually turn to dust,
But if I do grow the seeds,
Daily from dawn until dusk,
Something inside tells me,
All I need is my brain full of ideas--
-- is a handful of seed.
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