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If there was a time machine I'd go back in time 
With all the great technologies to reprogram my mind
Id prepare for the worst and plans to make a stand
And go to college and learn philosophy understand better who to find
I'd yearn to see mountains with waterfalls of grace 
And each place i go would bring a special smile to my face
To recognize beauty more than skin deep
You must understand people and how that they think
So when you're at a coffee shop or in the store
These smiling faces to be adored 
Can be convoluted with many locked doors
They come with a price and it's a really good deal 
If you're just like a thief at the ready to steal
Your perception that is of what is the truth 
Left you hungry for violence, or sex maybe food
They please to the senses and dazzle our peers 
As you travel along gathering wisdom with years
You love as a hope for the blind hearted fool
Who just misplaced his steps and got stuck in a rut
It's really easy to look down and pass judgement on thee
Even though hast more to pass judgement on me
Because I started off easy with obvious signs
You saw my set of words and thought wow this is basic
But I told you my friend you find honesty between spaces 
Not of time or of place this truth carries faces
And it walks alongside men of each color and race
It's the mask we put on when we would go out and play 
Or got picked up from school gone home on that day
It's the taunting of a bully projecting what's inside
While the scrawny kid runs relays to get home alive
It's the reason you wake up with overwhelming glee
And the sight of a crimson sunrise that shines through a silhouette of trees
It's your Happiness clinging to all that you see 
Bringing balance to tides fueled from mountain tops, streams
Nomenclature can seem like a big awful mess 
I'll stick to naming my things you can have all the rest
Do you see what my point is? There is much to this life
Like loves first kiss blossoms A man and his wife
We all will face struggles common pain and strife
So stop all your b****ing and strap on them worn boots 
Get out that front door you must make your first move 
Delving into the sciences of should and should not do
I'm not talking down or just filling a space 
Even if I wrote in ink you would say rendered a pen
I'm talking about unity and accepting our faults 
Becoming a servant of our own relationship to oneself
The point I make is not a trick or some quaint fallacy 
Its just a simple gesture to understanding reality*ran out space*
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