Life on the farm was monotonous
I stayed inside and never lied
life was simple and there was plenty to eat
in a lonely, out of the way village
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We ran in the rain
we ran in the wind.
We saw a hillside burning and we ran through that.
Throwing off our coats
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I looked at the reason for my suffering
defiant, brutal, overbearing
high in the sky, glaring down at me like an angry eye.
Exhausted by the heat
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The second ice age started long after
My forest was washed away
first by my tears and then by the floods.
After the floods came the fire
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Seamlessly and barely noticeable
while I was drowning in my songs and my poems
and burying my head in my poisons
the leaves migrated back to their summer home.
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The sky matched my mood today
ugly and stale.
God wept over me and I wept over me and you.
The blue sky disappeared and was replaced by gray sky
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Golden was the savannah, the sun burning on my face.
As a boy on a mountain I gazed upon the desert and the sun planted destiny in my veins.
Shooting through time like a star in the icy sky
the frost burned my finger tips as my world became engulfed by giant spiders in giant webs.
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Time is a circle that cannot be stopped.
Life is a river that cannot be stopped.
I am carried along helplessly.
Sometimes while i am on The bus I call for my stop,
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April, she will come
when streams are ripe and full of rain.
May, will she stay?
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