A hollow sphere of gold engraved with the emeralds and diamonds, looking at-as it glittered when the fine light flashes onto it, with layer thick as a grain of sand, can’t withstand the pressure though, but shines giving colors onto your eyes.
There you go little one, play all along the windy shore, as the wind blows from east to west and not from south to east. You wave like a flag holding the position nicely opening yourself up as the wind blows and you glide in the wind, but mind you its not your flow, its the flow of another world, which you can’t understand and therefore you go with the flow.
Don’t you see the plan, man! the plan of universe! that’s pulling you all along and fitting you between big gears.
Hold on! you see the world around you, don’t you. You are here because someone pulled the strings, its not you.
Damn! take a hold of your destiny, get in the drivers seat and play along the mighty hurricane in which every damn soul has to swirl around, forgetting what time means and submitting to the wind as it goes round and round and round and around.
There you go sunny boy, with the flow, but its your flow, mind you!
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