The Botanist

Human mind Humans blind Blind is my will I'm without Fertile gland of sight Shine, shine, shine, on the night Plant the seed So I may see Show no reflex The garden grows from the dirt But you never nurture The weapon that you are You are the seed I am the hand Life is the soil at your command I want to know what made you stale Fighting to learn How will you grow Benevolent one don't you see How your botanical words have comforted me Corroded my mind I can't help but grow Lost with no will to return My insights burn As wisdom yearns And happiness is earned You are the seed I am the hand Life is the soil at your command You are the seed I am the hand Life is the soil at your command I want to know what made you stale Fighting to learn How will you grow You are the seed I am the hand Life is the soil at your command I want to know what made you stale Fighting to learn How will you grow