it always has a seed.

we dream, we love, we write, we wake
we scream, we crave, we spite, we take
we look, we hold, we think, we knew

we shook, we gave, we thought of you
we gave, we thought you wouldn't mind
we thought it wouldn't be unkind

we try to find some honesty
we try to fein alacrity
we try to give it what it needs
we try to sow some different seeds

but your specific feather
needs a certain kind of weather
and i want to be the tether
that clings to you forever
and glides throughout your zephyr
reflects off all your leather

or a spy within a castle
with everything to hide
or a creepy little rascal
who found his way inside
or a droid up on a planet
with a tendency to slide
or how about a snake
that sneaks in from the side

and then gigantic monoliths
that seep out of the ground
an orchestra that's tuned to fifths
and makes an epic sound

a legacy that's shorter
contained in bricks and mortar
brings nothing but disorder

and this is why i read.