We sing the reasons
we poem the seasons
we cry, we die
we prelude
these and more
we do not know
we explore
Doors are for feet
window sills for knees
the lesson here, do not fear
do not trust
let no man outsmart you
spoke has its place,
snake has its purpose
Cherish the natural
cherish the moment
stay ahead of the crowd
you got it going
the more they tell you,
you have to have it,
the less, indeed, you need it.
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