411 (11.08.2015)

There's time to go and time to come again
If we are searching for some peace of mind
Perhaps we should lay heavy on the pen,
And let it show us what it wants to find.
They spoke of things in very different ways,
There were no deep connections between things
They still believed that life was just a maze,
And that all things on earth were merely rings.
There are no signs, there is no certainty,
The world is run on random wheels of lust,
Man's struggle for some peace is vanity,
And nothing here is worthy of his trust.
But that's not how the world is made for me,
Where everything's connected if you see.

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