You will never come to understand,
From where...
Treasures you could have,
Come from to exist.
Too busy you are sniffing and scratching,
On a surface.
Without a thought,
Of probing below it.
You will never come to understand,
From where...
Treasures you could have,
Come from to exist.
Somehow, someone...
Somewhere from your past,
Has convinced you...
Others will come along to lead you to it.
And...
Without interest to spark your curiosity,
You've been waiting to be invited to the ball.
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