And look for a new ocean
But never ready to lose the sight of a shore
Straight path I search
In the huge heap of all absurdities
To remove all illogicality
I harp sharp
But at hand I always get fallacies
I wish this ‘’I ‘’ is not me
And the life I mention is not mine
And my wish has been granted
And I am told
That this is the situation of whole mankind.
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