We walk through a field of displeasure,
And we reach a sea of dreams.
We cannot even begin to measure,
Or think of these things.
In life we find discomfort,
If that is what we sow.
In death we will distort,
If that's what we learn as we grow.
Reapers will reap our deeds,
Where will you plant your seeds?
Life is a field,
We live in a sea of dreams.
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brilliant, dude.
i loved it.
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