Rosemary

What is this world
Where lambs are led to slaughter?
No matter how I thirst
I cannot reach the water

But I don’t mind
Breathing the scary air
No I don’t care
The scent of rosemary

I’ve got time
I’ll ride my bike for miles
When I get home they’ll feed me
To the crocodiles

But I don’t care
The winds in my hair
The trees are so high
The scent of rosemary
The scent of rosemary

I wait outside
Holding the needle in my hand
Say goodbye
The scent of rosemary

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Copyright © 2017 John Calvin Kyle IV. All Rights Reserved.

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