I may be older
Wiser
But my questions are still 10 years younger
Those of a child.
What is colour?
What is time?
How big is the world?
Will you ever forget me?
I'm sure a genius has asked
Those very same words
Though they're 67 they're still questiong how the world works
What truly is absract
And our questions are knowledge
And thus I suppose
We're all as smart as a two-year old.
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