beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin safety betrays, it ain’t always your friend besides what is life if it’s not lived often be not afraid to turn into the wind i look at this life through a prism of lenses a screen door in the wind swinging wild on its hinges it slams then expands to show new scenery i’ve been transformed by love’s alchemy It swims in the tears of my proud father’s eyes roams the meadows of spain, sings the sheep lullabies cloaked in the coat of a camouflaged king awakened a life that lived only in dreams it even exists in a pyramid scheme and my woman who waits by the oasis spring rises like steam from the fresh blood of war laid under the shade of an old sycamore it’s the legend that leads you to treasures untold pours lead in a mold, expects no less than gold pushes the sun on its course in the sky wooshes like wind, never born nor will die beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin be not afraid to turn into the wind
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