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I'm swimming in a sea of metaphorical green,
Taking pleasure in the beauty that's to be seen.
I can't complain right now
I am facing my test
I have a field of hardships to plow
There's no time to rest
I am not submissive to this world
like the birds on Noah's Ark.
And I feel lost and searching
for a herd of sheep-clothed bastards
making pointless art.
It's with young age that I understand