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The world is covered by our trails...

The world is covered by our trails Scars we cover up with paint Watch them preach in sour lies I would rather see this world through the eyes of a child Through the eyes of a child Darker times will come and go Times you need to see her smile And mothers hands are warm and mild I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child Through the skin of a child When a human strokes your skin That is when you let them in Let them in before they go I would rather feel alive with a childlike soul With a childlike soul

When Work is Play

Ode To April Fools

"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself a fool."  — William Shakespeare