You are either with me or not,
That's the way it all goes;
We need what we have got,
Greensides from inside grows.
The heart is never all alone,
In it's new pleasures findings;
If you are engraved into stone,
You can't find all the bindings.
Each thought is set to die,
But inspirations will find ways;
Set your flights in the high,
Open kindness often pays.
Bring no rule to stack 'em up,
Beware of the fake ending;
They aren't worth their gossip,
And crooked are they bending.
You are either with me or not,
Either way it will be done;
I'll give nothing to a hot shot,
Soon it's all past and gone.
A heart is all with its strings,
To bring forward a wishfulness;
That in the breast there sings,
Eager and always new fresh.
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