come rain or come shine

There's something in ourselves we don't know.
Something which we'll deny even if it exists
until it will be too late to do anything about it.

We lend a habit, polished, as if it's a trophy,
begging for the approval of others, and
withal that, nobody has any clue where we are.

How near or how far, which's the truth or
the delusion… how's the look in our eyes
when what we are seeking for it hides
right where we'd never think to search for,
if someone wouldn't appear, miraculously,
to whisper its magic and encouraging call —

“come rain or come shine… come with me,
(come…), (shine on, you… crazy diamond).”

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