In the deep recesses of the mind,
Many secrets lie in wait.
You never know what you will find,
Even man's eventual fate.
How did man come to be,
Can man really fly?
What part of existence do we really see,
What lies in wait, behind our eyes?
In the deep recesses of the mind,
Lie memories ancient as time.
And do you really want to find,
The answer to the eternal rhyme.
12/23/10 Alton Texas
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