From planted feet
Sprout roots too deep
To flee the creep
That spooks the sheep
And through their veins
Shall run the sap
The substance fear
Maintains the trap
Well it's high time
That we realised
That our time high's
Not our real eyes
Our trip to nowhere
Starts and ends
Where roots are laid
For growing pains
Don't view the world
Grow around you
Grow around the world
From your view
No up or down
Misfortune, grace
Face every way
Weigh every face