In the depths of my mind, futile thoughts intertwine
In the depths of my mind, futile thoughts intertwine,
Information loses its form, seeking to become knowledge,
But knowledge is not wisdom, merely an endless road,
Shrouded in the mist of truth it cannot touch,
Truth, an illusion that knows no beauty,
And beauty, a shadow of love that cannot sing.
And love, a dream shattered by the reality of music,
Music, the only truth that pierces the silence,
While each note dances on the edge of infinity,
The essence that unites everything, and yet, nothing else matters.
In a world of illusions, music is the beginning and the end,
Solitude and ecstasy, woven in sublime harmony,
And thus, I lose myself in it, with an open soul,
For it, only it, is more than all that can be,
It brings me peace and turmoil, unique and eternal,
In a universe of lies, music remains,
Vibrating in the depths of the heart, the ultimate truth.
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