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when can we go
where would we find
the way to the top
to the surface of
our mind
how can we see
through the darkest night
how can we walk
into the brightest light
we are not forsaken
in this desolate land
why put faith
in only one hand
from fence posts
to warm apple pie
we are never taught
to ask why
from blues and jazz
to a baseball game
we are taught
none are the same
its the biggest lie
that of humanity
the knowledge withheld
would set us all free
we are not each other
but we bleed and we die
we all burn with the question
and try to find why
some wrong or some right
who are we to say
we cannot judge tomorrow
from the view of yesterday