A mound of fables
Food for thoughts unlabeled
Grown and tailor made to your taste buds
Speechless day to day instead we share these
Aching roots
As the chorus serenades the food
Including the greenery of our vain
Before it was nourished
Symboling the importance of being unheard of
The after math left us something to keep
The nature of the beast
I acquired sensational growth in the name of love with no betrayal
Only the desolation tells the tails
From the target and the archers trail
The harvest was abandoned
Leaving us parched from understanding why
We rally in question as if anybody ever Answered
I took what I needed and learned from
Departure
With my fingers split in two between the twist and the filter
I swear this all seems bewildering
I swear we need you