Writhing in agony to find again lost innocence
In the real presence of peace without penance
Or any pretence of greatness without humility
Yet always asking when will it all finally close
And open to something beautifully brand new
In which this tired old soul can live once again
Within the magnificence of an eternal youth
No longer bounded by limits of space and time
But simply free to be divinely innocent forever
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