If we're ever lost, we can always follow the world, and see where it’s going, born innocent, growing and choosing a direction, the echo of our past and all our lessons, so many dreams on earth, maybe this is the lobby, in the realm of possibility you’re living all sorts of lives, dreams and whispers of sin, so much fruit to obtain, you can and you should, it echoes in the distance, an achievement worth fighting for, as I see it, your spirit will grow old, and the stone will roll down the hill, you should try your best to do everything, polished by the river, and see what fits, stretch your leaves, poke your head through and see what’s on the surface, go deep into the valley to see what sort of flowers are waiting, alas, I can only see it from this perspective, but I have no doubt, a place you can accept, reach for it, so much waits, where you drive your spaceship is up to you, heaven and hell, intertwined, love and life, greatness and the abyss, yang and a splash of yin, shake and stir, vanilla milkshake, under your shirt, do you wonder, what’s around the corner?

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