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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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