In time we travel beyond imagination
Far from judgements segregation
Never lost or outcast upon the road
Welcomed in from the harshest winter cold
In thought we exist by dreaming of free time
Elevate our aspirations to create a better rhyme
So popular yet filled with fragile despair
Aged then wrinkled balding without hair
In dreams we hope for swift solution
The friendly joke of absolution
Is here within my lowly heart
My outstretched hand invites do please take part
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