What treasures are found through silliness?
What precious things hide within?
Could their values be based on false considerations,
About what lies under the skin?
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Who is to judge that these feelings are rare?
Who wants to believe the stories they tell?
Who is willing to go off topic,
To peer down the full depth of the well?
Does silliness do more than make a circus of life,
Despite putting heaven and hell in the same place?
Can it drum up sheer chaos in seconds,
Or can it a hidden truth embrace?
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Can the viscosity of imagination be measured?
Does the world within also keep spinning?
Is it the trivial, the trifling and the petty,
That combine to stop silliness winning?
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Do solemn words and high spirits
Waver from the beautiful to the grotesque?
Do such voices take on distant echoes,
With idiosyncrasies that border the burlesque?
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In pulling apart notions deemed silly,
There may well be truths to glean.
Are such undecipherable feelings
Only hiding these riches;
Gems that lie unseen?