| The creation of thoughts
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| A process which never ends
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| Our life guided by an idea
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| A construction of a plan
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| In the end just a goal soon
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| Clearance reaches my mind
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| The stone rolled up the hill
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| One inch to… failed
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| In the labyrinth of life
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| The individual in it’s hive
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| All that remains just an illusion
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| In the end what stays, confusion
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| A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution
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| Nobody realized that’s that core of our life
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| An aim can be reached but our live consists of many
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| Every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion
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| A plan creeps in my mind
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| Walls of logic are destroyed
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| Feelings (are) starting to rule my life
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| A life of another kind
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| Reason should give the guiding line
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| The senses are the other side
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| None of them should be dominat
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| The balance could be mine
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| In the labyrinth of life
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| The individual in it’s hive
|
| All that remains just an illusion
|
| In the end what stays, confusion
|
| A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution
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| Nobody realized that’s that core of our life
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| An aim can be reached but our live consists of many
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| Every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion |