The more moments you mingle with the mindless breeze of men, you will mount the method of life which is that no matter what you do in life, mouths will mourn for your failure and when success comes, they will mourn, not leaving behind when death arrives. No wonder there are only few kinds of people in this world; the good and the bad and even the good is the bad and the bad is the good.
Don’t hold me down L ike I’m in some cave Just like a bird flies Where nothing breathes light Through a hidden dark sky L ike an existence lost in inexistence, Locked up in a bottle T hat only lives every day in an every minute coffin Tightened with an unbreakable cover. Free me I said, but you brought me this! What freedom is more painful than Eye balls without sights; faith without work like To walk on a spot; Mountains tied to your legs While eyes go dark As you walk unmoving: In a place surrounded by light; What a freedom! Image from : http://theadventurehandbook.com
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