The Tangled Life
Where do I come from?
And who am I?
Where am I going?
No one could guide!
...
You root in the earth
You look up into the sky
You are not lost in fact
You are wondering why:
Staying in the crowd?
Soaked by human traits?
Or playing back to the wild?
Merging with the forests?
...
These things tangled,
Quarreling in your head
Some may feel joyful
Some may feel sad
...
How complex The man's living is
When Competing with natural life
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