Simple Illusion
Empty-handed I came to this world
Empty-handed I must leave
My coming, my going— simple illusion
Birth and death have entangled me
The truth is: I am the truth
I was here, I am here, I will be here
To no other world I must go
But I must be raised to life again
To account for my ills and goods
If I have not realised the truth
Mykoul
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