I don't need much for me and never have
one best friend, a head full of dreams
a black and white cat
who understands
a window showing stars at night
I miss being the child
now I'm the root, not the bud
and I'm still not used to how
it's not me blossoming
though he blossoms
and I see me
he hasn't learned to be resourceful
it seems I have taught him
to dream and to laugh and to sing
not to save
god help us
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