Bugs

Digging in the dirt
birthing my own worth (grown-ups are someone else)
Freedom of the soul
esteemable goal (possessed from the start of life)
Relinquishing hold
resignation whole (to get back to innocence)

Despondence unknown
Faith and hope aglow (somewhere down the road a goad)
Buried evidence
unremembered since (insights in the scars and hints)
Lost humanity
Obstinacy means (subscriptions to magazines)
There did come a time
disillusioned mind (outlook gone, locked away)

Synapses connect
recollect neglect (fallen idols, first letdowns)
Recalling the seeds
in between the weeds (waiting to be watered still)
Worldly concern
your regrets will burn (standing on the outside still)

Reflective the lens
that we all pretend (open are the hands to lend)
Digging in the dirt
birthing my own worth

Standing on the outside still
Worldly concerns your regrets will burn

I can kill a bug if I can't feel its' love

Digging in the dirt
birthing my own worth
Worldly concerns
your regrets will burn

Buried evidence unremembered since
(subscriptions to magazines obstinacy means)
Obstinacy means lost humanity



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Patrick Powell
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