In this cycle
You can see
You can realize
What you are.
In this cycle
You can not say
Where you are going
And what is your goal.
If you are not in love
Be sure you wander
Like the walrus
In the stony-sea.
See yourself first
That is the thing
You are to do
Till last.
Cycle ends there
And it is fire
Where you find yourself
In the mire.
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