You are someone You would not like to be Wandering the way to illumination Sinking in bizarre rituals Whole life studying lines and signs You take pains to chase
Shadows of yourself...
Shadows of yourself Things, you are thinking are right Just must have imagined as that
Myths of all systems And never written book Or book written thousands of times
No matter where and how Your move is your start...
Like freely river of perceptions Consciousness, private library Of everything anti and pro
Life, choice, death Despite circumstances There is always your way