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You imagine yourself to be the thickest tree Streaming flourishly with bright green feathers Down your arms into your wonderous oak, so free Is where you imagine your polished banters Dreams like fantasies, dancing in the wind Swaying to a rhythmic, yet succulent beat We all fall victim to its lure, in our mind That which we follow appears only in the heat We imagine ourselves like we're singular, alone The voices around are calling, yelling for our release In a melodic manner, the most beautiful tone We can't break from our cells, but we can keep the peace Our knowledge may seem futile, like a useless tool That won't take us any closer to our freedom But we will rise up, our hope is no fool That which we know, will only increase our wisdom Others believe in the purity of our hallowed earth The secrets of our hidden pleasures From the beginning, its noble birth We've been greedily hoarding the treasures From the reserviors of our fate, have we foretold We are responsible, and follow our liabilities Knowing nothing by the time we grow old That which is young has endless possibilities
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Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
That Which Is Young
You imagine yourself to be the thickest tree Streaming flourishly with bright green feathers Down your arms into your wonderous oak, so free Is where you imagine your polished banters Dreams like fantasies, dancing in the wind Swaying to a rhythmic, yet succulent beat We all fall victim to its lure, in our mind That which we follow appears only in the heat We imagine ourselves like we're singular, alone The voices around are calling, yelling for our release In a melodic manner, the most beautiful tone We can't break from our cells, but we can keep the peace Our knowledge may seem futile, like a useless tool That won't take us any closer to our freedom But we will rise up, our hope is no fool That which we know, will only increase our wisdom Others believe in the purity of our hallowed earth The secrets of our hidden pleasures From the beginning, its noble birth We've been greedily hoarding the treasures From the reserviors of our fate, have we foretold We are responsible, and follow our liabilities Knowing nothing by the time we grow old That which is young has endless possibilities
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tyler-noseworthy
Canadian
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
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