Who is man?
He believes that his dreams are what reality brings,
He thinks according to his own philosophy,
He states the political end.
What is the world inside the universe?
It is a microscopic detail,
It is a small object, but a massive dread,
Its size is so huge for us.
Man cannot create the world or everything,
He can create another person,
He could greet your son and daughter,
And he stays behind to warmly discover a new avenue.
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