Shadows on the wall, a long dark dream
A nightmare of sun, without any hope
A deep long drama, consciousness without stream
A British catholic, a catholic more than pope
A yard and a horse, which is free by trope
Is everything or nothing, a reality in my eyes?
Or a mirage in desert, larger than any ocean
A truth of humanity, bigger than any lies
I have a big dream, to die without emotion
To write book on human, without any notion
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