I've been shot with a poison arrow
But my heart's going strong
There's a great sadness in me
Missing nature in this turd world country
I wonder how many people are oogling stars
And how many, exactly are oogling cars
It's harder to be graceful the faster you go
I want to find a girl to take me into the woods
And live slowly and fully
And treat me like a poet
Through swinging moods
And drunk tatoos
Let's move out of town
And crawl up the spine
Of the green beast
Cut it to the bone on the fat of the land
We'll make our own clothes
Garden a lot
Trot to the lake
Where the fish are taken in sprinkled blessings
To feed you
To fill you
To the brim
Slowly
Honest
It's easy to be hard
When she's walking around
In that cap and gown
Graduate
Of Truth
Walk on green carpets
Under country sun
We're under the quilt
Under the tree
Watching
The evening
Providing the skies
Full of fireflys and God's beard
Falling in love with nature again
It always feels like the first time

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