As I stand in my fresh steps of harmony, a soothing gust of wisdom hits me. It feels as something from beyond has been revealed. There's a quiet song, a different one from before, that I adore and find more related to my ground. I've never found out the twist behind the sound, but I'm clever enough to bring up the right question at the exact time an answer is ready for being brought to the light. And as I see it, my feeling towards it must be right. With the winds delight, feelings of awareness creep up through the cracks in the wooden floor of my conscientious mind. Like a draft in an open house of bricks. Feelings are slick and I know it... all stones and sticks. Guess I have to take it as it is.
In the most and highest towers of hatred lives an abandoned king. Alone, without any company of others. For nobody beliefs in his cause any more. Eyes blurred with illusions, dry of solutions, a mind in confusion - a kingdom of de solution. An institution coming to its end. Still he lives and thrones in his towers, around them are walls of bones from disciples of wrong doing. It's only a matter of time 'till they'll fall piece by piece to the ground. Still it stands, for now.
On a field of four leafed clovers I wake up hungover, lost in confusion. Lady luck left her underwear here. Tyrannical move at its worse, because she left no note with her number... Never trust a stranger. As I rise, to my surprise, I feel nothing, see nothing nor do I find any ideas to describe this state I'm in. I say that's a win - win situation. Covered with the morning dew I rise and to a greater surprise I'm still where I started - in the very same footsteps as when I left. It's like I didn't move although I have surely travelled.
Nine nights I wandered, sought wisdom in the form of battle; drank beer with the witches, hung upside down like a clown... got stitches, bruises and broke some bones just to learn what no one knows. Lost an eye, ran for miles, battled in poetry with strangers. And that got me here to this meadow of green, this plateau of purity and fortune. From this adventure I've reaped blessings and pleasure, seen the lowest, risen up to the highest callings of gods and demons... There for I live on. My purpose is clear and simple; to hand out my knowledge, clear the path for others to try and test their inner self. And I'm glad to help.
Next thing I know, I'm back again in my steps. The steps of pure harmony and I feel like a refugee. Saved from oppression, doubt and suppression, I keep on walking into the future, bright and full of nurture. think I'll keep on strolling this path, forget and discard any other way. Keep on moving towards the light, evolving inward and keep up the right spirit. Believe it, because I do. At least I want to.
The end is coming, sooner as each day passes. It's a law you can't discard, can't break. Time goes the moment it comes, moves forward and runs through the masses of matter. And that is what this world is made of. Time scatters in the drain of the past, never lasts. Same with matter, it dies and deceases. And that is you. You, I, we are the people made to parish. Matter made to go in circles. So use time wisely. Be happy. Be merry and do good. Never regret. Troubles forget. Do better - do best. Be whole. Expand your sole. Be forever and never doubt. Be true. These are the words I leave with you.
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