optimized from seedling by Rachel Rosemarie

Twenty one
Made a fool of optimization
Volatile network of predictability
Off I wrote
What before i thought was good for me
In the dirt
Cuddled up with my uncertainty

All the nature, littered with one use masks
Every sign might say your name
Horses are bigger
Now that there are no more left in town
There’s parsley seasoning my grave

Dreamt last night
They were building condos on the moon
Those who can’t
Afford, are left behind
You called from the car
And you told me to look up at it
But you did not know that
The trees oh they were blocking it

All the nature, littered with one use masks
Every sign might say your name
Horses are bigger
Now that there are no more in town
parsley seasoning my grave

• Folk
• fingerpicking
• sing-songwriter
• songwriter
• synths
• Philadelphia