The moment will come,
When you'll see through lies,
Your entire existence,
You were captive,
Heavily shackled,
In the dungeon of despair,
Cold and enormous as the iceberg,
Listening pseudo-melodies,
Of your worn out brain.
But you can do better,
You can think of great,
You can walk free,
On the sea of life.
So firmly, immensely,
Like a fish needs water,
Or a poet his agony,
You will want to liberate yourself.
But you will not reach freedom,
Instead, you will face the bitter truth,
Your sensibility and strength,
Are not in your pristine spirit,
Harmonious in body, mind, and soul.
They're divided, scattered, mute.
You'll clench your teeth in regret,
Your eternal goal is out of your hands.
You think escape is solution,
Chains can't hold you forever,
How many tears are needed,
For such a small dream?
In vain,
You're incapable of winning or losing,
For each escape you make,
You will trap yourself again,
For each chain you break,
You will forge new ones,
You're incapable of even playing the game.
Finally,
you will see,
The circle is unbreakable,
You will always be nothing but
Slave of your own thoughts.
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Nothing is harder than reaching a freedom of your own consciousness.
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