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