Plato

The cave is where the people go,

When there’s no place else to be.

If they’re lost in the world,

Without any cares,

They go to the place that’s away.



Many of them sing with tears,

About all the existing hurt and lies.

The fences of the world,

Trapped them viciously,

So they came to the place that’s away.



They all have a mind of silver,

You can’t count the hearts of gold.

And only do the true ones,

The pained and abused ones,

Know of the place that’s away.



On the top of the cave there are stars,

For nighttime is always at peace.

When the faces are frozen,

And the heartbeats stall,

Time halts in the place that’s away.



They cannot leave once they come,

Even if they attempt with arms and eyes.

Hearing too much,

And feeling too small,

They die in the place that’s away.

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