You can always try to start,
And understand the problem,
As if it's made of parts,
That are connected, instead of,
Jumping to conclusions.
Did you know that the world began,
After milleniums of confusion?
Oh, what's the use, when all there is is pain?
Well, let's try to answer that,
With some rest and a silent mind,
Until you realise the fact,
That you're alright,
Even the pain is a joy,
And no realization's possible,
Without this waking annoy-ance.
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