Feel like a book without a cover,
With meaning but without a face.
There is so much I would like to discover,
But I feel I will be forever in the briefcase.
Feel like a new book, freshly printed,
Yet without a cover.
At times cynic,
And others changing colors.
Perhaps I was born to walk this existence without a cover,
So everyone sees every single one of my pages.
Indeed, no soft cover for me, let along a hardcover;
Good thing that words fade when the page ages.
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