Philosophical

What the fuck is a picnic? 
You randomly go outside 
Practically looking for shade 
Rest your vessel there 
Unpack what you have prepared 
Then consume the metal 
It happens 
At no specific special time at all 
The weather is at most brisk 
And all in flow at ease 
As you don't need an excuse 
For your mother to invite you 
To your introduction to a picnic 
She is trying to teach you 
The lesson of the having of a chance 
Someone young should be shown the liberty 
Of acting out being in good order 
When you execute it well elegantly 
So as to provide for some fresh air 
Who would stand against you? 
Evil's laughing toys are just that 
Little barking dogs begging the question 
How the mighty can be defeated 
By the notion of the small 
So as to once again stand out 
Over the deafening concept 
Of what is thought to be tall

Restoration