"Life in seconds"
Beginning with no control,
Obsessed with my intuition
not abstaining from self desire,
But like the night with no light,
Finding one self with no end
Can distort our inner man.
But there comes a time
were we seek renewal,
We find it and we grow in it.
Then our time will come
When it will all be finished.
And move from this world
to the next like that of the
Flower that withers at the end of
its time.
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