Why must I worry about tomorrows? I’m too hard-set dwelling on the now. Time well wasted nocturnal like the owl. Too far nestled in, my mind won't allow.
But I must look further, arising earlier. Wipe my eyes and build a castle of worth. Tall and fragile, foundation of dirt. I’ll rise like fire amongst the earth.
How can I be incredibly free? That’s the way we ought to be. How can I be incredibly free? Black glass tide, glinting sea.
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