Wipe away your mandala
Nothing is a thing everlasting
yet so is everything
Contradictions shouldn’t make you worry my child
There are many knots
sometimes a straight rope
I don’t know about a straight line
It can’t be totally defined
Mine seems all over the place you see
The bigger the disappointments the stronger the bark
We are the songs sung by the lark
The little things that makes it worth living
All those tiny elements we can’t see
Photons racing past us
Grip on
hold on and never let go
Dreams we should never let go
Well if time is just a dream
Ol’ fella
just start at another mandala
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