Oh poor pity for those who see
The endless world, the same as me.
Scattered profusely against the crowd,
The waves that circle without a clue.
I long on the occasion to loose myself,
And be a drone in the shadow.
But as one cannot see clearly without the heart,
I cannot breathe easy without my mind.
For a burden it is, to carry the stones
of knowledge I leased for this year.
But what wonder it is to stand up high,
And disregard matters of fear.
The endless world, the same as me.
Scattered profusely against the crowd,
The waves that circle without a clue.
I long on the occasion to loose myself,
And be a drone in the shadow.
But as one cannot see clearly without the heart,
I cannot breathe easy without my mind.
For a burden it is, to carry the stones
of knowledge I leased for this year.
But what wonder it is to stand up high,
And disregard matters of fear.
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