A playground of children, this world before me,
A daily spectacle, unfolding constantly.
If existence hides a second face,
A desert blooms, held within my gaze.
When earth itself is ground to dust,
The river weeps, before my sight, in trust.
Do not ask the state I'm in,
Behind you, lost within.
Do not ask the state I'm in,
Behind you, as shadows begin.
But see the hue, the shade you cast,
Before me, a fleeting moment amassed.
A playground of children, this world before me,
A daily spectacle, unfolding constantly,
A playground of children.
Faith restrains, while fear does lure,
Faith restrains, the fears endure.
Shadows trail behind me,
A bud unfurled, before me.
A playground of children.
Though movement fails, the eyes still gleam,
Though movement fails, a fading dream.
Let them be, the cup, the wine,
Before me, a truth, a sign.
A playground of children, this world before me,
A daily spectacle, unfolding constantly,
A playground of children.
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