Tell me
Tell me what is the joy from seeing what looks up fall
Tell me why is the weight so much on the negative side of gravity ...when
To him he sees nothing of the sort
Tell me have you never had something look to ,for a way of living breathing thinking doing and believing
Ttell me why is there noise for something that he lets be
Ttell me were will you ever locate one who thinks of you as a teacher that should have the world
Ttell me is it really great if one helps the wind blow?
Ttell me when will you ever again have a mind that looks up to the invisible
Ttell me ....Tell me in the everyday sun up sun down why try to destroy what strives to be what he sees above
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