Beyond physical needs,
You know, your heart yells at you to be true,
For truth's on which it feeds,
The truth we all recognize at birth,
Before our eyes can see,
That all before have tried to fill the space,
Where only the truth can truly be free,
All we are taught is designed to hide it,
For truth always means change,
Stagnation may as well be a desert,
Without its life's great range,
Only the sun,
Blinding you like a babe,
Forced to drink from the one watering hole,
Placed under the one spot set up with shade.
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