when I consider the stars and all the paper numbers we play with,
I sit back and ask myself, why do we stress so much about the little strips of trees?

if a man does not work, he does not eat. but I know many men who don't work and always have something to eat.
Jesus himself told us to consider the birds and how they always eat.
maybe I would like to try this method, give everything back to all of the people that have hooks on me. grab a guitar and start to travel.
then again, I do not want to die alone and nor do I want to escape from community.
so here I sit, wanting so bad to escape, my eyes filled with Your stars. take me home.

Faring the Seven Seas of Complacency

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