Futile life, versatile meaning
Pray, pray, ease our own suffering
Here, this ode to you, writ'n hence
With lines pouring from my very own hands
Lines giving you an idea of my pain
When it felt your own deep pain
Do not feel burdened
Do not feel chained
Do not feel attached to the mundane
Seek, seek that spiritual plane
For you are those lines
You who are one of your kinds
Lines between which I choose to hide
The very meaning of my own pride!
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