In all of us
without exception
- and that's the beauty of it -
there's a bit of spark,
a bit of dust.
In me and you
alike
there's something beautiful
we can trust
and something awful too,
a terrible truth
to lie about.
There's colour and life
till blindless
and stillness
strike.
In us and them,
there's all and nothing,
no doubt.
The question is merely
what's in
and what's out.
without exception
- and that's the beauty of it -
there's a bit of spark,
a bit of dust.
In me and you
alike
there's something beautiful
we can trust
and something awful too,
a terrible truth
to lie about.
There's colour and life
till blindless
and stillness
strike.
In us and them,
there's all and nothing,
no doubt.
The question is merely
what's in
and what's out.
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