Happy kids walking
Laughing crying
Smile love and carry it on
Mimic so you too
Can be innocent again
Ignorant bliss is
The greatest wisdom
Hollow words mean
So much more
Bring distortion to
My mind’s wavelength
Experience in nonexperience
Love in columns
Waves crash into the
High mountains of passion
Then slowly drift into
Apathy
As we walk down and up
And roll through our
Collective knowledge
The collective soul
Made from the top of
Our hearts
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