In joy and awe I sit
In stillness, completely free
But when you look
A *** is what you see
Your minds and movements
Like busy little bees
Buzz buzz buzzing
Believing you are free
Preferring to race in circles
Blurred flower Grand Prix
Round and round you go
Spinning endlessly
I am like that flower
An unfolding trustee
Toward the light of day
Easy as you please
Comfort in my roots
I am the one who sees
In the rushing wind I sway
Dancing on the breeze
You do your best not to look
To you I am unease
To me you are a river
Of busy little bees
Unaware of your breath
A wasting disease
Letting everything define you
To varying degrees
I need not move a mile
Stillness my skeleton key
I need not move a foot
I am everything that I need
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
In joy and awe I sit
In stillness, completely free
But when you look
A *** is what you see
Your minds and movements
Like busy little bees
Buzz buzz buzzing
Believing you are free
Preferring to race in circles
Blurred flower Grand Prix
Round and round you go
Spinning endlessly
I am like that flower
An unfolding trustee
Toward the light of day
Easy as you please
Comfort in my roots
I am the one who sees
In the rushing wind I sway
Dancing on the breeze
You do your best not to look
To you I am unease
To me you are a river
Of busy little bees
Unaware of your breath
A wasting disease
Letting everything define you
To varying degrees
I need not move a mile
Stillness my skeleton key
I need not move a foot
I am everything that I need
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