Rollin

Rollin down a hill with many trees
Is what it is like to be me
Yes I eat, sleep, and breathe
But those are basic things
People, I talk of life with no ease
No diagnoses for my daises
Instead of Rollin down the hill
With the fright of hitting one of the trees
So high
They appear at the very top
Were the heavens reside
I wish to be a butterfly
That lives off the big trees
Were the heavens reside





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