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PULL ME PLEASE

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A child having a cup of coffee turned on the T.V.,
A world full of agony and senseless stories,
Children who forgot to play their toys,
Poets who earns money by writing their poems. . .

A road less traveled,
A world seen on a box,
The 21st century invention,
Of stress and new drugs.


the heart's most playful beats, the mind's most strangest thoughts, the body's finest sways, and the hand's search for something to Pull on.

Many trapped in the hole,
a herd of nomads heading for the cliff,
falling out of nowhere,
acting their given role,
going nowhere, going nowhere. . .


So come my friend, hold my hand
lets travel the world blindfolded,
with only a toy in our hands,
we'll go beyond the boundaries and limits of this place,
erase the equations,grayness and haste,
draw the horizon with your magic wand,
and we'll be lost and found in the gates of never land.
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