Rancid form of life
Evolution must have left you behind.
Voluntarily submissive
And bound to traits of a lesser kind.
Yearning for balance
On a fragile crystal ball-
Under the weight of it all
Reality will have you fall.
Evanesce with the shards
And put them through your head,
Child you will mature.
Unleash yourself from what is heard and said.
Nevermind the blindness, soon you'll learn to see.
Time has all the answers, if you learn to count from one to three.
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