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From corner to corner,
From wall to wall.
Trying to flying,
But always fall.
Through long corridors of soul
Walking, something looking for.
You are seeking the only truth,
But this process brings no fruits.

Seeking truth inside
You have lost your soul and mind.

Somewhere, very high
And maybe higher than the sky
It’s a great feeling
That can make me fly.

And now everething
Seems like the truth.
So every day brings
You new small truth.
Today it is a greed
And tomorrow's hate
And it doesn’t matter
What was yesterday.

These little things
Can be so strong,
That it can't seem,
That they are wrong.

Seeking the whole thing inside
Itself between its parts -
It is pointless waste of time,
It is the way to emptiness.

Somewhere, very high
And maybe higher than the sky
It’s a great feeling
That can make me fly.

The real truth is not, what you can feel inside you.
The real truth is that, inside what you can feel yourself complete.

Somewhere, very high
And maybe higher than the sky
It’s a great feeling
That can make me fly.

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