While the blue apparitions bloomed
From the cinders of the dense cedar empire
A former forest you remember
That once burned out crimson and gray
Until the neon clouds tore open
And poured down their fluorescent rain
Out of those murky depths, molded from ashen clay
I lifted myself up with this fledgling frame
What circumstances have brought me here?
Infinite paths, a million years
From then on, nothing ever changed
A slightly modified tune, same melodic refrain
Admiring art only nature could create
The shadows dance amongst the light cascades
Borne by the stem, stitches of foliage pining for seduction
Of wraiths to infiltrate via vacant space between flora
You're not my brothers, encircled by false kin
Forged a shroud of leaves, entombed in fall skin
So, I lit myself a fire that burnt out for days
Until the great flood came and washed it away
And we watched the towering timbers turn into kindling
And we saplings grew into the trees they used to be
Seeds they sowed with hopes of future growth
Still, all we are are organized carbon structures
With a subtle spark created to swell and fade
That at birth our vessels took in like emaciated strays
We nurture it our whole existence
With hopes of being saved
What circumstances have brought me here?
Infinite paths, a million years
From then on, no, nothing ever changed
A slightly modified tune, but the same goddamn refrain
Even with this curse of limitation bestowed
In isolation, we could manage to thrive on our own
But we'd dismiss such an incredible experience
The opportunity to be together in this
Admiring art only nature could create
The shadows dance amongst the light cascades
Borne by the stem, stitches of foliage pining for seduction
Of wraiths to infiltrate via vacant space between flora
You're not my brothers, encircled by false kin
Forged a shroud of leaves, entombed in fall skin
So, I lit myself, a fire that burnt out for days
Until the great flood came and washed it away
It's a deceivingly fruitful existence
When we spend our entire lives
Learning how to leave everything behind
With such limited time
We'll never get it right
It's such a meaningless fucking existence
When we spend our entire lives
Perfecting how to die
In the end, with steady years of practice
We'll all get it right
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