All things are possible at some expense.
This backpack's almost full. Just one more stone?
Few things are beautiful; fewer still make sense.
Be rain. Be a temple. Grow outside the fence.
Let a drum live deep inside your flesh and bone.
All things are possible at some expense.
The whys and hows hurt. I have no defense.
The ashes soothe me smooth as abalone.
Few things are beautiful; fewer still make sense.
Come be forgiven. Dance the old suspense.
Ancestral questions won't leave us alone.
All things are possible at some expense.
What doesn't kill us makes us scared and tense.
There's only so much space inside the zone.
Few things are beautiful; fewer still make sense.
Be slow. Be wary. Love the present tense.
Remember what you touch. Make it your own.
All things are possible at some expense.
Few things are beautiful; fewer still make sense.
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