Mist soaring in the sky,
cloud can fly,
like airplanes.
now, parrot a line!
learn the verses by heart,
you are no bard,
just a wooden creation,
like toys blurring the eyes.
get real, they say,
why so Mister!
screw up things,
be a madman,
lose everything,
reclaim them,
walk the path of fire,
sounds heavy!
chameleons,
we all are,
blinded by obsolete rules and rites,
we shall all turn into ash,
on doomsday,
that's how they call it, right!
pointless,
you and I,
stop narrating the passage of existence.
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