One enters on mindscapes, on deep and powerful ideas.
One enters on vast dominions.
One enters in our mind's eyes.
One sees through pictures.
One gazes at the stars.
One seeks harmony.
One search peace of mind and spirit.
One searches on photos a whole life, where, past present and future collides sometimes.
One's bad the other takes care of us.
One's good, one must take care of the other.
Not even a tear of the sun's promised, but one must remind a thing:
- On the vast Universe, we're tiny particles of sand that move and move and time isn't an argument isn't a fact.
Paper's gone, ink's split.
One becomes wondering once again: Where I am?
One enters in rethorics: Who was I?
And without us noticing the world is simplier than we thought.
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