What you won't see is as plain as day for me,
what you smell is something I may simply tell
and what you won't find is something I saw from behind...
You won't read, you won't care much less be bothered about any state of affairs.
What you will tho, is up to to you,
a road too complex or a test you can do?
Word's arn't enough to hold your ground,
actions seem much faster and an easier way around...
but then...
What you won't end will always be the start of something else again
and what you won't know is where this is going to go....
Like all in its wake, it is written for you,
choose to ignore or choose to do,
what you won't realise is, you know the truth...
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