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Once there was Knowledge

They walk alongside me splitting through my shadow
As I swivel round and round catching glimpses of a credo
I was once an apple then a rhyme and now an industrial sight
Though it forever kicks within and twangs amidst the light
Search these eyes for greater right following the lamp
Within the heart's reach but it goes farther away on to damp
I call it knowledge; what you may call as a cramp.

Beauty is the stack of masses floating higher up
As I reach out to pluck from a pool of maturing cup
Lo it disappears within the hindsight of a few couple numbers
Figures, statues, murals and books all wake up from slumbers
I was once a lonely child and imagination my only friend
Today when I want to imagine people obstruct the usual trend.

Truth is stranger than fiction they say
But aren't textbooks and knowledge real today
Man doth action for the sake of resurrection 
But what is resurrection with the past blowing through sands
Of rugged bags, crunching numbers and a million lousy bands
I want to die an artist but they laud the adult in me
As the child slowly transcends beyond reality 
Into the darkness we call worldy pity.

I was once a fool to learn and so I am today
Regretting over receded knowledge and last pledges
As slowly sublimes into thin air the ghost of time
While I sit down bowing to face the worldly music and rhyme
Soon more shall fade into duskiness they call amber
But the sun that shines has also this child to remember.
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