Now that our labors are ready to bear fruit
Our fates have run dry
Still you watch us without expression and mute
As all our plans go awry
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Now that our labors are ready to bear fruit
Our fates have run dry
Still you watch us without expression and mute
As all our plans go awry
: )
And you see this energy is exhaustible
Though expanding beyond the planets I've heard is possible
Amidst anger and fury I've had a good sit
Not before seeming insanity to release to body of it
As I wait for your verses to come
While in turn writing more and some
My ponderings' have taken me beyond mars
With some help, I just might aim for the stars
Starts expanding
As grains of sanding
From woodworkers sculpting of trees.
As I gather the words to say
Only to stutter and then delay
The hour of solitude is now upon me
but the unsaid words won't let me be