As It Grows

My psychiatrist
Told me to track my mood, and
Today I feel like, I wanna sing
And my therapist
Told me to walk in to
Things
Things that make the pit in my stomach ring
And so I'll take our trash
And I'll go to our garden and plant it
And as it grows we'll stare like a cat,
At a bird, in a tree

We could start to climb it
I know the love is hiding somewhere
It's not fair to make us work
For it
But, all that welted trash
That we built up within our lives
If you look close you'll see
It glimmers in the light

It's never time to rot
I know it's hard, to make sense sometimes but,
We could try



Credits
Writer(s): Fisher A Boxer
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