Wheat Covered Hill
He sat upon a tree stump
Nestled high on a wheat covered hill
He contemplated life
And if he could find
More f#$ks to give
Patience is a virtue
He learns from his mistakes
But now he'll move in silence
With every decision that he makes
Though it feels
As if reality
Is tighting like a noose
The vail may drop a little lower
To reveal the truths he already knew
So his advice to the world
More so,
A forgotten youth
Perception is the key
Failure,
Is success,
That blooms
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