WE ARE


We are born

And then we are one.

Then we die

And we become none

I searched to find some truth,

But abstract ideas take root,

And I wander off along a road,

My mind hop hopping as if a toad.

horny backed or cane,

It matters none,

Because I am born

And I am one.

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