Ripping all the unwanted from myself.
Smoothing out the kinks;
Scraping off the scars.
Softening up deserted land.
Opening hills to free flowing streams
Allowing rains to saturate these peeks.
Indulging in the fruits of change
And planting change into the fields of redundancy.
Grooming my life in preparation for my pride,
The mental sift may hopefully provide.