I don't know how to start this poem,
It grew from the inside out.
It looks at life, and wonders why
We cannot see from the outside in.
We are blind,
And this farce we live, we cannot see.

From the joyful cutting of the umbilical cord,
This bittersweet ride through the world.
This walk through the woods, with our eyes closed.
All senses shut.

Open your eyes.
See the trees,
See the leaves.
See the sun streaming down upon the ground.
Hear the birds as they announce their intentions.

Yet a sad universe. If you open your eyes, you are lost,
And must leave.

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