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From knee high they told me to be patient, wait it out
Build foundation, straighten out, 
never rush creation.
"You gotta stay strong through the drought,
because rain'll come one day and that seed'll sprout"

But i didn't know what the seed was
All i could see was a dream, ‘cuz
at the age of ABC’s
a dream is something to actually be achieved.

and then i became a teen
and the scene became a thing
where chronic cynicism wrings hope out of wishers
like rags of dishwater into soapy mixtures 

so excuse me mister,
could you verify what it is that you advise?
do i rise to the skies or simply follow the traced lines?

'cuz i'm sick of beaten paths, littered with half-empty cups
that can glitter with a slight trace of still "giving a ..."
and those shards of luck stuck in the earth
unsure, whether it's worth it to pluck out of the filthy dirt

i'd rather lift above the ground,
above the crowds of clowns and towns,
to where so many vowed:
the clouds.

how's that sound?
god doesn't need to tell you when you're allowed

Those man-made gates were built out of hate
Lands manipulated, turned narrow and straight
because there's a simple key to reaching your heaven, see?
love.
respect.
integrity.

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