By Billions of hands
Grew from the maiden's sunlights
Flying from the mouth
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By Billions of hands
Grew from the maiden's sunlights
Flying from the mouth
Flying from the mouth
hot words sting with no remorse
the struggle ensues
the struggle ensues—
conscience constantly battles—
do or do not—why?
do or do not - why?
wait for seaslugs with a grin,
live without a cause.
Live without a cause
quietly embrace nature
fulfilling my dreams
Fulfilling my dreams
Easier said than done;'cause
Obstacles loam up.
Obstacles loam up
my freedom is compromised
by the daily grind
By the daily grind,
Insistence, break out backs
Wheels, cogs of progress?
Wheels, cogs of progress
force the ticking clock onward
and forward I head
And forward I head
To forage for my dinner,
Order out tonight?
order out tonight?
I'm on a diet of fruit
and beans or cow soup
And beans or cow soup
just won't do; I crave a more
hearty fare of love.
Hearty fare of love,
Not just on Valentine's Day;
A daily portion!
A daily portion
of aesthetics I desire
my pen is nearby
My pen is nearby
Thoughts are pouring rapidly
Immersed in silence