The Rishiraj
All my life I've been
Stuck in a state of
Absolute deconstruction
To resolve myself.
Back in the valli,
Back from a crypt of stone
Where did the time go?
Oh how my seeds have grown
Mama I’m comin’ home
I am the no one man
Son of an ancient plan
This is all I’ve ever known
You can be the rollin’ stone
Easy come & easy go
When you're no one on our hill
Looking in from their above
Watching ants fight for crumbs
Thinking if they'd think as One
Who thought of all as themselves
no one could want for any else.
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