Stumbling through life, naïve and crude,
I manage to grasp an interlude
From personal simplicity.
Here now I am, my mind now free.
Open door now to my cage,
Which never shall gain be the stage
For my span. Shift I now another gear;
My souls immobilized by fear.
Cant stay here or grab my case
Of innocence once commonplace
But now so square. This World of Sphere
Leaveth no room to store such here.
Without an aid or worldly lesson,
I seek new personal possession
Of the mind. Captivate the brain
(Imperative if you remain)
Within this realm). Reality
Prompts horror. Paradoxically,
Loud minds produce quiet and calm
From leg to leg, arm to arm.
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