Is there such a thing as a sixth sense?
Can our kids really feel when we are tense?
Even if we hide it all inside and wear a handsome grin.
Can they truly tell the never-ending pain of holding up our chin?
When all we want to do is sulk and fold like were back in our mother’s womb
There is no return once the moth has broken from its own cacoon
As beautiful as beauty described graceful floating like a butterfly...
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