One talks to self to look a mystery
Walks on every place searching for truth
Until one finds it, one is unrest
While such drama is going somewhere
Many look confused and lost the truck
Putting themselves in the narrow shell
They fed their brain-belly nonsense thought
Which cannot escape, it is ink and a mere paper
What a mystery we all do not know
We know little for we are a shadow
They speak of proud as if they have the real
For none is pure, all live with something fade
In a world life is still a mystery
Until one day it becomes a reality
One should search it everywhere
Till the end is achieved, which is not an end
For none can kill the truth, it will shine
Time will come, people can tell
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