non knew + non new

Look at that bright eyed baby+child over there

Finding joy with every little thing she sees

If you’d had the sense you were born with...

You’d recall what it feels like

...to look at things

As if they were new

...and stop looking at things

As if every other thought you’d ever known

Had walked through there before...

You’d got there, looked at what was coming

...and made up your mind what you were going to do,

...before it even got there

It seems that you have forgotten the joy of discovery

Lost the ability to think for yourself

Seems everybody wants to take a nice safe opinion

Based upon what everyone else thinks

Or  “likes”

Wouldn’t it be nice  …to rediscover your look of life

To be renewed …and look at life again

Without the noise of other peoples thoughts

…like a child

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