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Aug 2014
I surf the sky, above the city;
I notice the poor and addicts and their pity.
I can see the future from here-
My mind is overwhelmed with thoughts of fear.
The men in black are having a mechanical cheer..

I can walk the path of any persons feelings.
I can see way beneath the banana peeling.
I observe all these people stealing.
We must come together to start the healing.
I know, when you think about it you get that feeling..

Differences are minor in proportion to how we are alike.
It shouldn't matter how fast you ride, we all learned to ride the bike.
It shouldn't matter when you arrived, you had to take the hike..
Now is the time for peace to strike.
For violence and isolation has failed many times.
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Kenshō
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Kenshō  M
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