The wind looses direction
Man lives without a course
The mammals will rather lay eggs
The vision of humans is of one walking on four legs
The vision of humans is of one walking on four legs
A circus is the movement
Where the journey begins and ends.
Where the journey begins and ends.
When the
sunlight becomes too bright
Yet the moon
shines brighter
The study of
nature causes heart fracture
And man has
to wear it on his sleeve
To see if it
can be fixed in the chaotic midst
A straight line movement
Is the
endless journey.
When the sea
will speak
And the echo
recoils to travel far
Man becomes
too used to the normal
And abnormality becomes the reality
Yet the day
will come when all we are and hoped to be
Will be a
story to be told
By those who
knew not us.
Cheers!
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