open your eyes.
Give the name that brings hope
when hope is no where near
near the bells of life
a life of city, hidden away.
Rejected of self, rejected by life
rejecting a self-soul
until a day be a day.
Let an apple be an apple
and thank our Newton, Sir.
What is it my eyes make of this life
what are my thought manifesting
what moments do we string up
into a class we call, friends.
Heartless, they try to tell us.
I do, I do, know.
Know that you are wrong.
Come one, come all
to a speculation that you have yet to
learn to love, if ever.
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