Days pass by, months and even years
The meaning of life is still
as unclear
In the evening I sit down
let my eyes travel
Days pass by, months
and even years
It is already long ago
so long ago
How do I know
that you are not
an illusion of the senses
an invention of though
If it's worries you want
the whole world is yours
Everything is so beautiful
I am afraid
to wake up again
to the hard world
How about the one who
searches so urgently
he does not see anything else
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