I’m looking at life as a sphere
The easel escapes what’s boxed in
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These eyes all have their own view
These squares just try to mirror
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The birds keep calling my name
The soul in me just ignores
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Imagine them as squirrels
Easy but never to ****
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The flowers I’ve been growing
Show that the soil is the one that’s really richer
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A masterpiece is all I’ll ever chase
Until then I’ll reach for the skies that color all around