Shut your ears if you want
Close your eyes if you want
Tie yourself to your possessions
Chain yourself to your mundaness
For beyound the freedom and illusion
the nature writes poetry
She sings many a beautiful melody
The best music man has never heard.
Hope that you don't read her verses
Hope that you don't listen to her
pastel tunes
For it is easy for you to fall into her trap
Then no one can hold your strap.
So chain yourself to easy slavery of mundanity
So you can free yourself from freedom
so loose yourself from the bending
that tells you to listen to her strumming
The safest keep
is the one the prisioner disbelieves.
nice....,.
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