watch my eyes as you watch my actions
hollowness echoes truth
and where is beauty in the winter?
its origin is in imagination and curiosity
its death in the epitome of the lack of knowledge.
so many happy people, oblivious to the truth
are content with nothing.
answer the questions i ask.
you cannot; and cannot explain why
i need you to search
search all your lives for truth
and bring me the answers you find
for what will i tell my children?
what will i tell them?
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