Riddled, diddled the brain does wiggle
When it searches for unknown yearnings. |
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Deep down inside
With unjust confines |
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Great knowledge is derived somewhere in the middle
Of the chaos and timeless learning. |
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Opening the mind's eye
Immaturity dies |
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Left out in the cold to fend for itself,
A child in the cosmic whole, |
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Crying alone
In the universal home |
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The youth grows and the ice melts
The blood and thoughts begin their flow |
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Opening the whole
Innocence goes |
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The questions of existence, matters of depth,
Floodgates of insecurity burst open. |
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The soul knows
The spirit grows |
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A child becomes a human unto oneself,
A maker of history, possibilities disclosing, |
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Unto the I
You must only try |
