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The birds are spies, they report to the trees. Hiding cameras in their eyes, they hold communion with the leaves. They swoop. Th-th-they swoop to swallow my steps. They swarm. They follow! Follow! Follow! My fouls, my form. Paranoid? Second guessing? And here I thought there was no-one else. Youth fueled frustrations of budding young intellectuals. Questioning god, the meaning, and parts of yourself. Questioning god! The meaning, and parts of yourself. The birds are spies, they report to the trees! Hiding cameras in their eyes, they hold communion with the leaves! Oh-ho-ho, Tell me! If the sun keeps the earth, and the moon controls the seas. And the seas swallow shores, and rustle the leaves. And the trees exhale air. Which then stirs the seas. Well it poses me the question: Is it free will, or dependancy?!