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Rich fields of interest, yet to be harvested The crop of my choice has yet to be planted Looking inside I have an overabundance of diverse seeds It’s up to me to plant a new one everyday Sadly, not all grow to be a part of my world Some ideas thrive and even drop unfamiliar fruit Some are neglected to be trained, and soon wither Each new seed is an experience, learning from the next Finding new ways to grow is a tricky quest The embodiment of my inner soul is my reflection in the natural world And our physical body is the vessel on which we embark Life is a journey to find the idea that will flourish The idea that branches out and enhances all others I’m just waiting for that one One to change my world One to willfully tend eternally You can never harness them all, so take your pick
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
The Garden of My Mind
Rich fields of interest, yet to be harvested The crop of my choice has yet to be planted Looking inside I have an overabundance of diverse seeds It’s up to me to plant a new one everyday Sadly, not all grow to be a part of my world Some ideas thrive and even drop unfamiliar fruit Some are neglected to be trained, and soon wither Each new seed is an experience, learning from the next Finding new ways to grow is a tricky quest The embodiment of my inner soul is my reflection in the natural world And our physical body is the vessel on which we embark Life is a journey to find the idea that will flourish The idea that branches out and enhances all others I’m just waiting for that one One to change my world One to willfully tend eternally You can never harness them all, so take your pick
Our minds are delicate, choose what you want to grow wisely.
grant-horst
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
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