Enter the world sleepy and bright
to search for a treasure
to search for a treasure
X marks the spot where a pirate
buried gold in a chest
Never to find that place I sought
I saw fit to quit yet
I could not stop my mind to seek
the hidden at leisure
Humble hubris unlike a bee
bumbles through history
If my time here on earth made sense
my mind could then seek rest
Lest I linger too long asleep
please pain me with regret
Only God or the devil know
the future from the past
Never to see in the present
the gift God sent as time
I always want to understand
the absurd from the real
Humble people bumble like bees
but not me as you know
If I could be happy and sane
cool and calm I would climb
Loping mountains in leaps and bounds
with long strides blustery
Forest paths wind with wind to find
the lost mind blind to heal
Injuries deep with emotion
the surface never shows
Take for instance the face you greet
deep in a well downcast
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