S̢͍͉K̢̦̟Y͇̞̝ R̺͕O̡͇O͍̠T̠͚̼S͙͙̞:̢̦͙ 1.𝔊𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱: (GROUND AND GAULT) My mind is awake a flash of imagination Ideas quake my conscious Too many feelings pains and expressions Hopes for healing our planet I must create a peaen and plan it My soles heavy and soiled The faces Ive seen, places Ive been Such suffering on my conscious My own and an ocean of subconscious All the ruites while barely down to earth, travelling this planet A notion of roots, of relationships ive planted The dusk feeds in my past mind's wake Heard Whispers of my spent up soul's melodies The seeds of my past, future, and soon we'll see Lightworkers sent With the fresh scent of growth All The light and flesh sent to guide growth Ageless harmonies return as we shake the dust (of our soul. off our soul) -Of those unbearable times and industrial aged dust The boon of newness inhaled, green, adventures, and dreams Borne of Spirit connecting, the sync of holy streams
