This world is hanging
It will soon fall
This world is suffocating
It will soon collapse
And what will you do
We stopped here to rest
Fix our loads
Make our minds
Gather strength
And move on
As we transit this earth
Have we any business
Building seemingly permanent structures?
Mushroom structures we live in
And collapse would they as we progress.
(March 2010, Juaso)
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