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I thought of you
The air was heavy
I thought of you again
You looked at me with disdain

The way you looked at me
Remonstrating kind
Sums up your feelings
For so long a time

I gave all my comprehension
You gave me little, if nothing
I gave all the friendship can give
You just treated me as a fleeting thing

Now I'm on my way home
Singing my favorite song
Just enjoying myself
You, are the past, alone
I'll give my best
To be truthful and kind
Loving and honest
Through this life

There are many ways
But the true facet
Might never be the same
If looked from other's eyes therein
I give in and don't give up
Smile all the time
Always behind
A shadow, cast aside

I try harder and don't give up
Ready to please
I keep up, always accepting
Never denying

Their prejudice, their egotism
Undermines my good patience
Their lack of compassion
Destroys my efforts in this fashion:

Anger builds up
Anger boils over
It bursts, it explodes, it hurts
The ones I shouldn't hurt

I gave in, now I give up
Leave them aside
Leave them behind
With their prejudiced minds
To feel
Processing data
Blue or salty
Feel the Earth

Unique procedures
To capture and process
Stimuli everywhere
Greater contact, greater joy or pain
When I wake up
It is you who open my eyes
To see wonders outside
In marvelous colors in mind

When I savor food
It is you who makes it delicious
To taste better tastes
In harmonious flavors

When I go to sleep
It is you who bid me good night
To dream in sweet fantasies
In striking creativity

But I was caught up suddenly
With such aimless truth
I was never your desire
I fall down into the fire
Not about fame and fortune
But to the depths of labor
To love it, to earn it
Not to just be done with it

Cherish each task everyday
Improve and master
Loving it, it grows
Innovation emerges and flows
I only exist
To the extent of my beliefs
To exist is to be sure
Sure of mere assumptions

I trust not the truth
But of what perceived to be true
To be is to doubt all senses
My senses capture little, if not mistaken
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