The Mystery
The mystery
There is a mystery that shrouds all real refinement
There is a man that speaks quite loud that never hears its complete silence
There is a bird that sits inside a cage yet sees the whole world as confinement
There is a sun that sets in the west and in the east it is so vibrant
There is a train that should be pulling into the station but is it ever reliant
There is a ship that’s arriving in the port but does it have my consignment
There is a Buddhist that contemplates the universe and its infinite space but does he find true enlightenment
There is a star from which we were all born but we are all trapped in this World of a paradoxical congruent
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