Consciousness
In the days that progress
All will be put to the test
If you find that you can see
the way things were and have to be
There are clues, left all around
If you seek, they can be found
Don't be discreet, hold out your hand
Then just maybe, you'll understand
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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