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Your essence such like a blank page,
Only faces surrounding.
Strange, unknown – what lies beyond…

Your mind is tied, isolated.
Scope – unapprehended.

One day you’ll open the door,
You’ll become unchained.
You’re self-realised,
And now you left for your fate.

Daring, stumbling, worrying
You’re looking for resort,
Mad of surrounding lies.

As time flows in the mirror seems strange
So impersonal tired eyes
On empty baby face

And lots of questions will demanding answers:
How it is if happiness you lose?
If your knowledge doesn’t meet your wishes?
If your toil is not the one you choose?..


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