Like the world wants to do things for you.
Your face transforms occasionally into a scrunch,
But let the ghosts do what they have to do.
And within walls that carry you here and there,
You have the tools and materials,
To create for yourself your own paradise,
Even if they are not ideal.
This is the way, no matter the circumstances,
No matter if you have lords, or if you are one,
You're not escaping from the world in your mind,
You're having faith in Nature's evolution.
And it's alright,
If you are one to make his own destiny,
As long as that is the natural scrunch of your face,
That's all I've been saying, don't you see?
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