Sense
Maybe if my eyes were taken I would see more clearer
And if my ears were gone
Than maybe I can hear the truth more better
But possibly if my mouth was shut
The world would have a chance to say the meaning of life
So if every crack in my common sense
Was shaped, fixed, taken, and renewed
Maybe my sense of reality
Would hold more than a common lie
From the impossible turth
Of an umentionable mission In a undescribe
Deniable Reality
Of what is called
LIFE