My eye can see nearer
Though not to boast for boredom's host is an observation so mundane
Yet by this have I less fear in the things that creep into minds spun insane
Flimsy walk out and be lifted for with tapping in you are done
Lost out here in our piece of existence, you've had your fun
Be my words a stairway to steer you into the beyond
Lest you be stuck here in where love gives you no place to escond
The kind that builds great structures of compassion in the heart
Lost in the dark poking around trapped in the land of the living
The mouth that has dried and become flimsy
for it refuses to drink of children's laughter
Taking up space in the night, instead of the hereafter
That musical breathing not from lungs that may not be put to sleep
That flimsy spirit with fear of the deep
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