Borrowed the feelings from deep inside
someone else's reeling mind,
To honesty, Salvations! Or vainity,
Or trepidations, Yea and even travesty,
and took them all upon me.
So what to feel another man,
empathy's no fools gem,
Or thorny prick from fragrant stalk;
the wasted miles I'd have to walk
in other peoples' shoes to walk.
Nay, walk cadenced to a tune in time;
Walk, because a better rhyme
is better put for marching to,
to the place that we're all going to.
So quickly, where are we going to?
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