The blind brain of a child,
Draws life as; a beautiful
Forest of rose flowers
Whose scent is like perfume
They think life a new king
Who gets what he desires
Who by words get his belly
Full and flooded with pleasure
They pray to grow... they play,
They think life is as they think
But, the face of life is the most
Ugliest face human eyes have seen
So scaly, so rough, and so ticklish
Like face of a bugaboo
It fills hearts with chills of fears
The face of life: is tears that flows
Is blood lost to gain happiness
Is the daily struggle though tired
I fear to see this ugly face...
But I can't run away, I have to...
Look in the face of life and face it
If I choose not to, I'll remain
A child...dreaming nothing
And I'll be nothing... but a scrap
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