Polemonium (feat. Frodo)

May I be a thought risen from my imagination?

As the mean against myself as a definition?

Even so knowing, that I am I and ever will be me

Breathing the air my ancestors breathed?

Envision a shape

All you can see is just its scape

A blossom is your ceiling

The mold thread

At its loots is rising up to your head

The scarp up seems defeating

And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows

And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up

And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows

And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up

But all the same I feel pleased and desolate at once

Paddling against my own certainty

Forcing the bale's larynx down to its feet, 'cause I'm standing

On every step in every scion within the plant of paradox

Envision a shape

All you can see is just its scape

A blossom is your ceiling

The mold thread

At its loots is rising up to your head

The scarp up seems defeating

And it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows, it grows

And I climb, I rise, I mount, I soar, I go up