It then truly exists,
It lives in time past as a memory,
It's nothing until this,
There's no potential of its being found,
Show me the proof of that,
Only when it's painted by perception,
Is there any it of which to make fact,
Nor are there any a priori things,
Waiting to capture it,
Experience is still the only thing,
Humans can e'er posit,
But that is good!
These objects of our lives,
Should change everyday as we change ourselves,
Into better people informed by time.
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