The most important book I have,
Is this with blank pages.
Words inside, for all the ages.
To release what's inside to come to terms,
I wonder if I'll ever learn?
Maybe it will never matter,
Hell, I'm here,
All I can do is be sincere.
Status, ranking, hierarchy.
Divisions, classes, compart-me.
Like trying to dissect a rainbow,
Is purple trying to war against the yellow.
None more superior, but who's to judge?
But the blues and the indigos wont budge.
Why war when harmony is natural,
We should rock instead of trying to be statues.
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