They produced Rabbit-like from their palms And sketched tattoos All around stepping stones They picked and toyed us with Present and future on their backs Haven’t we been there, where Fathers disappear in names of dust, and Mothers seldom pass unknowns! When you feel like it is not, Why care about to found it, a habit, Just a link to habit, or mask! A successor of living power Shifting roles through diverse characters Multiple stages in front of Four eyes audience, and just a term Goes on until fade away… Some send their cries across Zeus Others still call out for Cronus. A term as hard to be carved Like a handful of water, as much harder Through fingers drips away. Nuts! Is a fair excuse To worry about an unborn child And whose depend on Remote grand-ones too.
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