Eyes wide, skin clean and fresh,
Not constrained by their lack of cash in hand,
They face a diff'rent test,
Minds focus all day on unhuman things,
In that, we are the same,
Put them in a tower and knock it down,
It wouldn't alter the rules of the game,
Maybe it is just their colorful socks,
A whimsy I don't know,
That despite there is no point to it all,
We're still in one big show,
That's the secret,
You can't control outside,
But create your own world to exist in,
And what's out's in's what's there until you've died.
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