Along the Breeze

Phantoms of the Deep

Wrestle in your sleep

Try desperately to teach

the ways to be a decent being


There's more to life

Then sports and games

and all those things

Making us feel the same


We each have a destiny 

If you look enough

A fighting drive

Against our days so rough


For a growing human

is like the tree

A thing that knows not

why it is in Being

A thing that should grow

leaf after leaf



Most of us are stuck along the breeze

Still in Seed.

The End

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