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Hey dont mind me ...I'm just sittin here watching the grass grow my friend.
Someone is gonna have to come around to cut down...When thats done I'll be watching again.
Rain flows to make it grow and though it seems strange I remain unchanged.
Fixated on that grass...To some its a pain...But I dont care, life stays the same.
Till one day I lit a match...Watched the chaos hatch...Flew like a bird and took off without a word.
Now all thats left are ashes...theres no way to patch this....better get of my ass and do something about this.
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I think this piece can be read on so many levels. The many possible symbolic interpretations are made possible by its brevity and word choices.
That is just me, I see faces in clouds as well.
