I've found what I could be and hope to see beyond this
Silent mystery, a king without a scepter.
Was taught that I could see right through the thought
into the motive.
Emotions beckon me to release the silence
And I freedom free this being
Proceed and greet the need
Agreed this is a scene
I'm at the edge and looking over
So what's overlooking me?
Myself, these eyes that sought to hide
So tell me what's behind the thought to
Look this over?
The lesson learned in the book that's closed
Corners worn thin, dust along the fringe
Reflection on a memory
That there was an experiment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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