None or nothing is out side of the rim
Not even the rhyme of the song
You write and sing, with certain
Intervals everything falls in this
Circular system, oceans may go
Deep or may go wide but at the end
Must they meet with a shore
Or bottom in other words
Everything meets with everything
Only nothing is disconnected with nothing
And in this universe there is no thing like nothing
So if you think you are at the top or
At the helm of things, move a
Little further up and you see
At your surprise that you slide down
Into an another hemisphere where
The other people at the top and
You are at the bottom in fact in this
Structure like a globe there is no position
Like those.
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At the helm of things, move a Little further up and you see At your surprise that you slide down Once you reach the peak, it is down hill in all directions. Beautifully expressed. Thank you.