When things end up in a wreck
Unmendable, making you freak
Exhaustive, making you weak
Tiring, making you sweat
Rest!
Just like the birds beak
Builds a house with small strings
Or like the ants
Who collectively take a particle each
And from the soul a hole is dug
Bit by bit, the life’s nature
As a quest starts with a plan.
Unmendable, making you freak
Exhaustive, making you weak
Tiring, making you sweat
Rest!
Just like the birds beak
Builds a house with small strings
Or like the ants
Who collectively take a particle each
And from the soul a hole is dug
Bit by bit, the life’s nature
As a quest starts with a plan.
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