The mountains in the distance aren't getting any closer
In fact, the harder I try to reach them, the farther away they seem
I wish, just once, I could climb them and feel closer to the rulers;
Talk to them about my past, without shame or condemnation
The little child getting in my way
Constantly making me trip over her irresponsibility
She's too naive to know or care
About the people surrounding her
The carrot, dangling just out of the donkey's reach
Taunting it with its mysteries and unpredictability
The poor animal just wants to figure it out
What this carrot is all about
The families in the universe that need to know
What's going on behind closed doors
Never know, never seem to care
But in reality, some do
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