A book on freedom to achieve transcendence,
A voyage of spirit to induce leverage,
Thy walk separated within thoughts,
Confused within themselves filled with doubts.
Rolling through the edges while striking,
Rocks, blades of grass while colliding,
Temptation of the freedom and vision,
Learning and fulfilling the major mission.
Not hurried as a long journey to head,
Looking those all fellows born and dead,
Lured by conjuring and all silly ideas,
Entry and exit of these thoughts to please.
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