Then, then the need to know the self is tremendous
Events come and go, dreaming continues day and night
Then the urge to wake up is too urgent
By this river of life, sitting and waiting by the bank
In hope of the dreamed life to come …
Too unease to follow out, Can no more be done
To linger by the beach to know the world beyond horizon
Is too an act of stupid, after the mass no more to run
Then nothing to do but to plunge this tiny droplet
Into this ever flowing river of life...
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