A series of moments independently correlate
To force the habit of existence
An outgrowth of c**ture
In burning shrubbery
The necessity of change
In Earth we etch a symbol
Of words and letters
And a memory will never die
With pen & paper
We are example crafted
A perpetual consistency is present
We are creatures of habit
A daily routine of practice
Differ a marked canvas
To that of such articulation
We smile at the will of curiosity
And the challenge the expectation of our being
Where footprints mark other surfaces
A flower of mortality
Sleeping in ribcage diameter
Blinded by properties beyond us
Each individual in each setting
Are seeds planted to interact
And of these linear connections
A story is set, and fruits develop
Think closely about what you leave behind
When the day is done, & time is gone
Something flows in my blood
I cannot define it, but I know it to be true
And I know there is something
I must do
To force the habit of existence
An outgrowth of c**ture
In burning shrubbery
The necessity of change
In Earth we etch a symbol
Of words and letters
And a memory will never die
With pen & paper
We are example crafted
A perpetual consistency is present
We are creatures of habit
A daily routine of practice
Differ a marked canvas
To that of such articulation
We smile at the will of curiosity
And the challenge the expectation of our being
Where footprints mark other surfaces
A flower of mortality
Sleeping in ribcage diameter
Blinded by properties beyond us
Each individual in each setting
Are seeds planted to interact
And of these linear connections
A story is set, and fruits develop
Think closely about what you leave behind
When the day is done, & time is gone
Something flows in my blood
I cannot define it, but I know it to be true
And I know there is something
I must do