For I am a home to non-humans, a place on a hill,
it is never still,
In the dead of night, a rustle, a dead leaf moves, a molecule of smell, the roar of a near silent movement
That is my hell.
Come walk my way! Follow me, I can give you gold, It’s just past that tree.
Never mind the plastic, ignore all the shit,
It’s on the top floor of a five star hotel,
I think it’s called Movenpick!
Not Muchroom in here, to show off my show,
My patterns, my colours, my shape don’t you know!
I move with a whisper of wind, when the time is right, invisible, silent then grow swiftly at night.
It’s that way, come on, lets go! It’s the only gold we need! Follow the sun, son!
Love and peace John
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