At night, wishful harvest,
The next day there's empty gardens.
Plants grow and the blissful larvae eats till it's exo hardens.
-- At night vision sharpens,
All the same there is only darkness.
I alone fall fate to karma, all the while living on regardless.
(You let me down, when you wouldn't let me grow.)
Written By Christopher Ballinger
Posted on 09/23/12
