My body slowly trembles
As sweat begins to fall
I thought myself a giant
At merely two feet tall
I thought it almost certain
an oak tree I would be
Instead I lay here broken
A useless sprouting seed
An anchor never lifted
A sail never drawn
I stood still unassisted
By the earth's feeble yawn
Like a crown without its person
A lock without a key
I dreamt my humble visions
Of all the things id of seen
A constant disappointment
I stumble endlessly
Without the slightest sign of movement
An empty broken seed
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
My body slowly trembles
As sweat begins to fall
I thought myself a giant
At merely two feet tall
I thought it almost certain
an oak tree I would be
Instead I lay here broken
A useless sprouting seed
An anchor never lifted
A sail never drawn
I stood still unassisted
By the earth's feeble yawn
Like a crown without its person
A lock without a key
I dreamt my humble visions
Of all the things id of seen
A constant disappointment
I stumble endlessly
Without the slightest sign of movement
An empty broken seed
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