What a soul searches on this earth
An absolution, a release, forgiveness
From all these black and white colors of life
From tormenting greed to satisfying need
Everything that demands something in return
A search which never ends
And the soul keeps moving in circles
Trying to forget, it’s previous round each time
To fool herself by saying that you are intelligent
By saying that you know everything
About life, about journey, about people, about immortality
But reality holds a different view
A soul never comes to know its dimensions of contentment
About its limits of limitless happiness it can pursue
About the power it holds in itself, to move the world inside
And ties itself into the trivial earthly belongings
That never reaps anything in return, else but endless grief
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