There once was a man named Jim
His thoughts and his words were slim
He typed and jotted
In spaces quite slotted
And Now his head does spin
Restrictions on learning are weak
Taking pride while others try to speak
It's no way to live
One should only give
Like the rain does for a creek
Time is precious in moments like this
Discovery of self truly is crisp
We must learn for ourselves
Taking books off the shelves
And absorbing all of the bliss
One is all and all is one
We exist together under the sun
The moon rises high
As winds and clouds fly
And life goes on 'til undone
Laughter and peace is a kind way to be
When we don't even need our eyes to see
Mind offers what's true
Sure as the sky is blue
Rolling like waves in the sea
What we have is immeasurable and pure
Here it seems words don't seem so sure
Ending where beliefs begin
Full of rapture and sin
Honesty and silence the cure
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