to live with sane

I call my eyes mind what i see should be blind to find the mind in a faze of madness for happiness is a choice, to have voice to rise above the occasion the vision of superstition the mythical mission. The lights of the sun speaks in tongue, for the fun of life to amount to some, to fall hard a concrete under the sun, to follow a path of fun, the blind ones of the eyes can't and can see, a destiny departed from a battle inside. The heights of mountain with a fountain of youth what the eyes can see is dreams to come true so speak of life to be simple and plan foe the eyes to see and live with sane. 

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