krunkpuppy

Every day I sit and think
Of what I can create.
I see visions when I blink,
And stay up very late.

What once was just a simple room
Has grown to so much more.
Mylar covers all it's walls.
With padlocks on the door.

There's bright, bright lights that hang inside
They hang down oh so low,
But slowly they'll be lifted higher
As my plants begin to grow.

Another night another dream
My thoughts they twist and turn.
I see ducts, and fans, and such,
for the plants my heart does yearn.

As time goes on, the plants still grow
With my sweat and strife,
But months have passed, it's harvest time,
And my room is full of life.

Every day I sit and think
Of what I can create.
I see visions when I blink,
And stay up very late.

By: krunkpuppy

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