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When you grow old
You may see
Things that might not
be pleasant and be
a little down,
a little blue
confused, in the moon.

Or maybe not.
You may see nothing,
but a rose,
a star,
and the sea.
You may hear some piercing sounds
there and here
But, what about it?
You're safe, you're free.
In your cage
within those doors,
locked in.
There you go,
With your happy, hopping feet.
Walking around
this world of peace.
But among those daisies,
there may be
a hole
and throught it
you might see
not only the sea
but the world of others'
the unknown

Booo!

No need to fear it, my dear!
Back in, back in!
to the world of lollipops
and honey bees.