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The Masterplan
Sometime along the way
It gets confusing, misunderstood.
The protective dome slowly cracks
Until it shatters.
Weird people with long bodies
Shouting, Fighting.
The dome crumbles.
Probably a rite of passage.
Time has gone by,
He's poor and alone.
Staring at the sky blankly,
"I had enough, I think,
Learned everything, wholly educated.
Please stop".
Innocence long gone.
The Masterplan sipping fluids out of a coconut,
On a hammock, in the realm of illusions.
A boy is created,
For a while, he just observes,
His brain's adjusting to the concept of thoughts.
Everything is exciting,
And the colors are bright.
Curiosity on overdrive.
Life is a circle.
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