This moment ~
A concoction of strange melodies ;
This world of unsatisfying Beauty ~
Does justice to My Big Collage.
The river of Life ~
Don't seem white to be happy, to be True ;
Still it flows. It flows ~
Searching a glimpse of the colour of Truth.
The lonely walk ~
Never expects me to reach the beyond ;
But then, the grass has turned brown ~
Searching a glimpse of the grasshopper.
The White Abode ~
Has this written. Written all over ;
Still I die, leaving my scorching Soul ~
Searching a glimpse of My Big Collage.
This world of unsatisfying Beauty ~
Does justice to My Big Collage.
The river of Life ~
Don't seem white to be happy, to be True ;
Still it flows. It flows ~
Searching a glimpse of the colour of Truth.
The lonely walk ~
Never expects me to reach the beyond ;
But then, the grass has turned brown ~
Searching a glimpse of the grasshopper.
The White Abode ~
Has this written. Written all over ;
Still I die, leaving my scorching Soul ~
Searching a glimpse of My Big Collage.
The stanzas are cut pieces of life metaphors... overlapped together to make My Big Collage of Life...
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