How can some live their entire lives,
Without the seeking of fresh expressions?
Or to open a gate,
And walk away from a locked box.
Some...
When they dare,
Do step away.
Returning to that locked box,
To open the windows but not to stare.
But find themselves surrounded,
By something experienced...
That brightened up the atmosphere,
They decided to bring along to invite inside.
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