My mind is growing any more,
my mind always everywhere,
checking for what to wear,
becose, world has no lea.
but only what it could find is uniform,
World tries to manipulate everything as uniform
it's not possible that we can take that form.
Some must erode
to have height and width with length for good shape.
We are waking at the first lope,
you can reach as far as pope,
even without anything to stop,
it requires only a loop,
Anyway, you can't survive without a hope.
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