Wheat
I woke up in a field of wheat
The sun warming my face there was nothing
More peaceful than this place
That I’m lying in right now
There’s no need to frown or look down
Only look up to the sky to see the clouds
Passing by the wheat
It brushes over my skin
I look within contemplating where I’ve gone
Where I should be
It’s okay
Everything is as it should be
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Everything in life is hard
You just have to choose what your hard is
It’s hard to be in love
It’s hard to be done
It’s hard to be successful
It’s hard to be around
We choose which hard we want to live in
Let this wheat brush over my skin
Over me and shower me with a golden hue
Let me find myself next to someone like you
Lay in this field with me
What shapes in the clouds do you see
Let’s just be
