mushrooms they sprout
by the trunk of a tree
that I’ve known in it’s glory
in my youngest years
when I hid
I’d come back to it
running for vict’ry
when I’d overcome all my fears
fortune’s a blessing
truth is a virtue
I’ve learned to control in my time
the latter the master
struck by revolution
whenever I fall back in lies
Jacob Adriani (c) 2011
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