When we are born, the cord is shorn
And before long we begin to adorn
We grow and grow and begin to know
More and more about this grand show
We sense, we feel, we look, we see
But alas, we discover it's most about me
The incoming signals from things all around
Must process aright or we are not sound
So many things and pleasing to touch
Sometimes the intensity becomes a bit much
Interpretation increases with age
For our lives unfold, page after page
We finally learn it's important to give
And that it takes a lifetime to live
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