Is there a never-ending book
And all you have to do is look
The more you look the more you see
The more that will come to be
But those that look down to explain
And chose a sad frown and their brain
Will become their own architect
Never seeing what they expect
As they measure and refine
The continuum of time
They take all the information
And underestimate creation
They do not understand their fate
That they themselves create
Those fools that look and look
But only see what they have took.
Well said.
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