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For things rearrange
becoming all to strange
certain days don’t seem the same
as I would had thought.

If I must see
what is in front me
I have to open the eyes
to things that will blind me.

Who would had thought
ideas no one knows else
just as mysterious as time
and it's reasons that keeps it going.

Pleases for me
the words that someone may speak
the truth or lies that are plenty
there is not one that appeases me.

For today
I want to rearrange
day into night, night into day
these extremities of my life.