The chase for the worthless and the mindless hue
The myth that prevails trying to turn my very soul blue!!
The misery that this creates and the sorrow that evades
The pain and the screams of its lifeless parades
Cutting off from this madness, free as the wind
Flowing like a river and as clear as a mud.
Obsessed with this desire that burns like a fire
That will not perish even after I burn in my own pyre.
Bless me thus, so I shall never return
To this toxic Tun and its meaningless mourn
To crave is to return, to seek is to retire
Into the brightness of the eternal, which is just what I aspire…
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