Morrison

65 million, chameleons in the back where I pack the woods

I used to listen to Billy in a hiding place

I used to reside my face in a raptor's den where my chapters end

Capturing again that time of year of where I found cheer

Signs of fear had appeared when I had to used dedication for a better creation

Desperation where I rest in a station

Expertly patient, I was waiting for Mesozoic just to treasure these moments

Condolences to the brethren who don't know better than sin

Dino crisis, I find that those, the nicest, have an unpleasant soul

I was done resting in mold next to the nest to scavenge for eggs