Nature feed me your knowledge with a golden spoon. I'm in pain as you can feel my internal heat. What have done? I've nettled with the dangerous elements. I'm not close to death, but I've killed many other things. I am a new found Blocked Person. I have became what I can't be. Nature, let your sweet flower get me drunk off the clean feeling you'll settle on my soul. Nature, I feel we will meet too soon, because I'll cave under the knowing knowledge that I'll be forgotten from the distant memoirs I've shared.