Roots in Time
Its been a while, i thought i'd grow a new leaf- live a new lifestyle.
Time will change and with them, the things that we say.
Some days it just doesnt feel the same, when i realized that life is just a game.
Thoughts and minds just depend on the way that we play.
For each moment depends on the pieces we take.
Band together to stand forever for victory's sake.
In time it'll be too late, turning back time isnt a feat we can make.
Perhaps to pass the time we should learn of our people's mistakes.
This way we, the new trees can venerate and liberate our selves and the roots of our base.
Thats the seed, the offspring we begin to create.
With limited timelines each of our limbs die like vines.
We are all energetic material manifested in the ways of a paraphysical miracle.
Live life my fellow trees, plant roots and grow new leaves.
Peace.
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