
So curious, this simple word
Innocuous, when first it’s heard
A babe must learn from mother’s tune
Then comes to treat it like a rune
So powerful, we seek to conjure
Its influence, for years, we ponder
How quickly at our core it grasps
With such strength we’re caught in its clasp
Or panacea, the quickest fix
Like poodle trained with silly tricks
When million poets wax rhapsodic
A million cynics grow sardonic
No other word can spin us round
Yet search we will until it’s found
Might heal the hurts we can’t help hurl
It spreads like fire, eats the world
Enraptured so we’ll give away
Autonomy, in hopes to sway
The heart to open to our spell
Is it sincere? We cannot tell
It is the key, yet takes the blame
Will drive us wild, yet won’t be tamed…
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