hidden in plain sight so much of what we take in each day is toxic
the workers will come later today and erase what we have ignored
we’ve got a system that was built for yesterday that we need to fix
codes used long ago still have meaning; but only if we understand
in going to seed the next generation is allowed to flourish
in turbulent times we dream of blue skies and hope that x marks the spot
before the next storm hits the news, we could use a moment to dry off
if you asked the wood it would likely say to you i’ve always been free
maybe they believe that we won’t notice the lights slowly stopped working
we are the flower behind a broken wire fence that we can escape
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