In front of me there's a wonderful rock
Unable for someone to climb.
I see all the wrinkles, both faded and broad,
From being so scared of flying.
I'm watching the squirrels, their shaking the twigs,
Claws scratching the resinous bark.
And everything here to hide from the "bigs"
Try t' finish the duties till 't' s dark.
They made me so sure in natural laws,
That can satisfy us much more.
And here is nothing that dreams to belong,
No matter how tasty's the score.
This wonderful rock sees my naked desire
Inspite of this playing the string.
It makes me feel like the worst of all liers,
And that's why I'm killing and dying.
That s why
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