the recurring questions of life
You cannot answer
O verily you cannot answer
let alone strike the anvil with your own hammer
Of what good is life should this reproach
Bickers you forever
Endless trains of poor results saddling your background
Intertwined with useless years of trials and error beckoning on no destinations.
Change your belly
Look before you leap
Look for the information then equip thyself
with that intelligence
Then jump beyond the grand canyon
Not beneath it as the custom
Of the ignorant folks
Overnight
Distant hills
At your backward
I tell you overnight
It happens
Like a dream
Overnight
Like a thief
in the night
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