Why do people readily believe
When you tell them:
There are 7 billion stars
but check when the paint is wet?
Fall and I'll catch you,
No need to look back
over your shoulder,
I'll be there,
I promise.
I used to be indecisive,
but now I'm not sure,
I do know however
My intentions are pure.
How come sand is yellow,
Why is it that when you draw a tree
it always looks like broccoli?
Why is it that when I eat broccoli
I always imagine it to be
a tiny tree?
I munch delicately
on this green leafy
thought nugget,
tasting each sprouty morsel,
savoring its saged wisdom.
Apr 29, 2011
Apr 29, 2011 at 2:52 AM UTC
Why do people readily believe
When you tell them:
There are 7 billion stars
but check when the paint is wet?
Fall and I'll catch you,
No need to look back
over your shoulder,
I'll be there,
I promise.
I used to be indecisive,
but now I'm not sure,
I do know however
My intentions are pure.
How come sand is yellow,
Why is it that when you draw a tree
it always looks like broccoli?
Why is it that when I eat broccoli
I always imagine it to be
a tiny tree?
I munch delicately
on this green leafy
thought nugget,
tasting each sprouty morsel,
savoring its saged wisdom.
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