Aimless life,
Aimless give and take,
Aimless to and fro,
Aimless time,
All are aimless
But the living and
The dying.
No more words,
No more life,
No more time,
No more friendship,
But we desire to
Say something about stone,
About the sky
And about the ocean.
We, ourselves,
Go to see the clouds
In open field,
And we see nothing
And nobody.
We give pieces of evidence
On our own presence
In the corridor of truth.
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