Seeds and Locks
The seeds of life float randomly
Keeping the soil alive
Growing up trees with life, with family
The suns brightness falls and dives
Ambition is optional, growth is dead
Procrastination following behind
No stopping the seasons the snakes will shed
Trying to jump start a medicated mind
Follow leaders if that is what you need
I am the leader and they all get in line
It all starts with the planting of a seed
I am the sun, I am the tree, and running out of time
Come with me to the garden of life, with locks and no fun
I will leave inside with only yourself and a gun
Copyright © William Curlee | Year Posted 2015
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