The way the field grows
it never loses stregnth
branches of rust just to grow something solid
i feep water on my head like a silocone ballerina
my posture is never balanced
i wobble with stregnth
question the silocpn if it could handle fire
i know the rain bounces off
one day will i end up melting
or will mt stregnth take me to a valley of stone that one day never is the color i interpretive I always questioned it too much to ever know the reality of it and now I stare off by stars never knowing if I will touch them the balance with my eyes still shakes why can't I just handle the rain isnt the water a lot cooler
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