Thick with wit,
In embedded ideals...
May appeal to those existing,
Within strict and limited points of view...
Of their lives as it is,
To subdue curiosities wishing to be unleashed.
But to fly and raise high above a mindset fixed,
One has to almost live as if a hermit.
And not permit redundancy,
To come and ferment what is retrieved...
And perceived as fresh meaning,
From each witnessed Sunrise that arrives.
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