matcha made in heaven
she left me on bread
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maybe one? or even three? three to five, we'll make room
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the clean and bright morning light
hoping
camping in the rain? we don't care!
find the good ones hand hold them close
as the mountains settle into night
Can I by Próxima Parada
Can I smile when it’s a hundred degrees?
Live like Grandma, with grace and ease?
Go ahead through the doorway, I’m right behind you
Can I be a farmer in this neighborhood?
Can I stop calling things bad and good?
I wanna accept everything as it is
Can I see the sky with fresh eyes?
I have a mirror, it’s covered in dust
And the light bulb’s been long gone
Oh, but I’ll be damned, after so many years
All the glass is still intact and I’ve got a new cloth
‘Cause I traded being blindfolded for a little mindfulness
Can I see the sky with fresh eyes?
Can I plant a tree in Death Valley?
Can it grow to feed my family?
I’ve got a bucket, some water, and two feet
Can I speak my truth without being afraid?
And if not, speak it anyway?
I’ve got some things to say, I’ve been holding it all in