Really?
Because that's an awful lot of trust to,
Put on something you can't see.
And as you continue not to look,
For that reason because it is hidden,
What is left of what you call yourself?
I guess there is always the watching,
Yourself and observing the feelings,
That visit you beyond your control,
Because those happen for a reason, too.
Isn't the human experience drôle?
And it's alright,
If you actually think you're alone,
In making the things in your life happen despite,
The random things that happen for the unknown.
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