There it goes
No way right
Down or left.
All it does
Is above rising
Gradually climbing
Like the Sun does
In the morning
For all age.
It may amuse you
The way it moves
But to it, is but in jail
In a narrow tube
Rising above its equals:
A big eye with a little courage
It climbs with wisdom
Hoping to get to the brim
And call for freedom!
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