Hiding in the cave of darkness,
fearing the monstrous face of death
Will I ever see beauty of the
garden of life!
Clinging to the sinking boat,
lusting for life
Will I not see the pearls of
beauty in the ocean of death?
Lost in some sentient dream of so
called experience
Not knowing, life, death or
eternity!
Oh lost soul of mine!
Let the morning sunshine speak!
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