standing together on top of a hill
more so, seems like a landfill
the hill is made of all we know
scattering the fill in front of our feet
paving our roads as on we go
covering everything, how so
if there's a hole, we fill
and if there's a mountain, nevertheless, we will,
still drag along the fill
powerless to make it non-existent
fill following you, that persistent
never be able to stay on spot
let the feet draw their own dots
never cease, fill, and find your place
try it, but you'll never get lost
the road under your feet, is embossed
be careful with your fill but thrilled
even when non-skilled
a lot of hearts could be fulfilled
-Velvet
