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I'm often asked if there is life after death,
I say yes, there certainly is, like a secret hidden in the woods,
Death after life and life before death, an endless cycle,
Everything continues without stopping, a river of time that cannot be dammed,
We live forever and die forever, spirals of existence.
As for heaven and hell, they are right here on Earth,
Hidden in the folds of our days, within everyone's reach,
It's up to us which we choose to live in, heaven or hell,
Heaven is living in hopes, like a bird flying to the sky,
Hell is living in fears, a labyrinth without exit, where shadows come to life.
The problem with notions of Heaven and Hell is that they are perfect opposites,
Amazingly many people seem confused, describing hell as heaven,
Speakers at ceremonies urge solemn maturity,
As if growing up means giving up play and dreaming.
They say maturity is to settle down, to become a stone in an hourglass,
But I ask, responsibility towards what? Towards a world without dreams?
True responsibility is towards oneself, to be yourself,
To remember who you are deep in your heart, connected by threads of love.
So don't fight the system, for you'll only get entangled in it,
Turn your back on it, laugh at it, be extravagant, live with risks,
Refuse to conform, listen to the wild rhythms of your blood,
Seek beauty in every moment and don't forget how to play.
Live dangerously, like a dance on the edge of uncertainty,
Where the honey of freedom drips the sweetest, believe in magic,
Nourish your imagination and remember not to take life too seriously,
Learn how the lemon learned the laws of the sun and how to grow toward the light,
Remember that growing means knowing the fragrance of your soul.

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