You do want to hide,
Something under the dried leaves,
You do want to camouflage,
Something with the fragrant incense,
You do want to mix and mislead,
Something with the odor from your senses,
You do have the weak heart,
To possess something as the gift wrapped,
When the dried leaves are eaten by the worms,
When the fragrance of incense turns into smelly odor,
What you have collected are shown in the x rays,
You can’t hide the wrapped gift from the eyes,
Of not only loved ones, but everyone will be aware,
And your enemies will be happy and visit you in the Hospital,
When the trouble shooting of your body is done,
Biological nuts and bolts are weakened and loose,
Your eves are filled with wells of tears,
Still you do want to play the game of hide and hide,
Never like to seek the truth, giving up all the evils,
Those who love you be dead, not to see you in trouble.
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Still you do want to play the game of hide and hide The state of mind is nicely stated. People rarely want to seek. Thank you.