One walks threw life without a dream, Their hopes are never what they seem
Some say the stars are our guidance, And their future creates the balance
But for those who have no aspirations, Their tedious life lengthens
Every step, every choice, Created by an isolated voice
This voice slowly eats away your soul, Till everything is under its control
These thoughts, opinions, ideas, impressions, judgments .. weigh us down, like a burden on our shoulders.
Protecting the truth within.
The truth is like fire, unreachable with bear hands,
The truth is like grass, grows with time,
The truth is like wood, can be shredded apart
but the truth of the truth is that no one can handle the truth.
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