dare to dream, its all good...............

let the lids down n transpose,

form thoughts to doors, sever cords,

get lost in translate,

rip through substrate,

plant your answers...

pic yer part n pass art till nuns r left,

preach pastor, speak yer heart till the sunz left

rising from the ashes,

she shakes it,

reflects on the burn n turns to fly again.....

this rivers been reformed, [banks] no more.

big storms tore through n laid new land,

the goats right hand doesn't waiver,

it be hooves, fears not, n molds rocks at will.

overfills some cups, n pours whats left down hill,

into a garden of souls,

its growth ebbs n flows to the beat,

bear through the bitters n push on till the sweets,

then harvest............