9 months, Fussing, vagitus out her belly
Searching Knowledge, seek wisdom
Money, power, astonished, human
Blind, no path, running to solitude
Lurking silently, diligent thief
Long, short, ugly, pretty pays visits
Deceitful, joyful, speech is brief
Rainy, sunny, showers all with gifts
Blessed, cursed, expiration of grace,
Different colors on earth, same place
BC, AD, forgiveness holds all race,
Science, arts, philosophy, on no trace
Traffic, red lights, stops, she never stops
Accomplishments, improvements, turn pages
Faith, courage, hope, salty tear drops
Déjà-vu, seatbelts, humble prayer do changes
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The more things change the more they remain the same and become more chaotic? ? Furthermore, who left all of the magical things in our past history to guide some of us? ? Huh? ? NO trace... where did they come from? ? Conscience v. Science/Logic too brother? ?