For he who would through
needle seek, some other land
where free from pain, the sun
shines brightly and there is no
rain, to spoil euphoria's dream
Yet sad to say like all our dreams,
the vision's clear, but what it means
is hidden in symbolic frame,
we first must comprehend.
So know in truth, we cannot run,
to other lands with promised sun,
nor leave behind our world as real
as bended minds cannot reveal.
There is nowhere to run..
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