What can my words say
That has not been said
All time and other elements
Lose their respective niches
Until pioneers are dreamers
And cowboys are truck drivers
Poets get lost in the rush
And children are unconcerned
Automatic answers are slow
From the minds we think should know
Did Milton find the lost?
And if so, at what cost?
I shake to view the sky
Without glasses over my eyes
Without removing the chance
That in the end, I’ll think
You were the most important thing left
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