great to lay in wait but i don't have to like it
benches to build, bees to put to work
give me a wide driveway please to the path of least Resistance
we dream big, push hard n, mold our own exitstance
pay top dollars for time, pieces of minds, n manual labor
play again woods worded Jedi, man 3rd eyes, n dawn sight sabers
this millineum the falcons talkin change again, same chin, same fin, n not to mention that same sharkly grin... so i take to my metaphors and simolies again tryin hard not to push buttons..
the molds been broken so we might as well fix it, replicate, manifist it, funk n logistics are all that stand between man's freedom and the machine.
so we dream, but big!
hail Odin! hail Frig!
touched by hands of higher ones, seeds hit the grounds
sensitive to sights n sensitive to the sounds
of life passing by........
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