I am not like you
I am just the same
In permanent obscurity
Object of invisible fame
Across the plain of emptiness
Through the mountains of full
Into the sea of all that is
Moved by winds of push and pull
You are just like me
Each different in closed eyes
In translucent solidity
The constant of endless rhymes
On the path of the prudent
Into the land of the what's right
Passing through constant reasoning
Into the future of the bright
All of us are one but not
This is the way it should be
The course and action of pursuit
In the quest to be set free
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