No east, no west,
No sunrise, no sunset.
And we move
Round and round with truth.
But truth is not
All what we see,
What we hear.
But to search the truth
Is our mission.
And where is the truth?
Let us discover the truth
Within our own body, dear.
I am not the creator
Of my life, rather,
You are there to read
Each chapter and
Find the silent spectator,
Anywhere here.
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