I tell you beliefs, you tell me yours,
As all we imagine can open doors.
In your head and mine we flow through time,
Following rhythm and trying to rhyme
With those who follow, or just know my name.
Trying to find the best play for this game.
While colors and sounds construct our day,
Smells try to show us another way.
A way unseen by both or one,
Stronger it makes us when the day is done.
So be not a sheep and do what you can,
But follow your heart. Find new ways of man.
For all of this talk of possibility
Allows for a ground with reality.
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