what the weeds leave alone

I know I'm not old yet, but I'm certainly not
What I was just two years ago

I'm wondering if I got it all out of my system then?

To be sure, there is plenty I don't miss
I'm just wondering where it all went

It had never gotten so dark I couldn't
Lay back and sketch
A constellation, a refuge, using words
To describe to myself how I felt

The sky never got so empty
I couldn't crane back my head
And outline and explanation for 'whys'
Like why I ignored you when you said

Just a little bit every day,
You won't be generous when you're rich.

Nickels and dimes eventually mean something
The miserly would be rich if
They learned investment and savings

This is me unearthing the little I was given
In hopes of growing it into something
I can give back

You are a severe man
My time is a seed
What the weeds leave alone
I'll give to another

I'll give to another
I'll give to another
I'll give to another
I'll give it away



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Writer(s): Max Whittaker
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