hard not feel that I've just been born.
sweat on my brow, salt in my eyes.
how can one live and not notice the skies.
dig deeper, within the most hallowed reserves.
show reverence, pay all the respect that this day deserves.
have tact, be patient with those who have not yet awakened.
for one day they too will look up, and their woes will be forsaken.
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