I'm so curiously sane, and I don't mind to say, to say;
I don't mind to ask the question, "what did you do today?"
Lack of space in the race of living; if we could stop and take a breath;
It's not my clothes or cars or money, that feed my sparkling eyes.
Where, oh where the image nation, lends the eye and trains the heart;
Walk with me in elevation, take just a few steps back.
The rules have always been the same, as far as I recall, recall;
It's just the prize that keeps on changing, even higher walls.
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