Intellection
The way of the world I see,
Where new is replacing old;
Mind replacing soul,
Synchronicity of social norms relegated,
Hunting for the heart of gold.
The river grows during the monsoon; Quashing happiness downstream, Where mind marches at boundless haste; To unknown habitat painfully serene, We now orchestrate sleep never to dream.
Thrust your heart into your soul, Thrust happiness and ensue the old; Break the rules of the new school; Freedom today is only for the fools? Shove some laughter into our dead pools.
Close your eyes to open within, Lock your mind to sink in; Join the wayward wind in its flight; Draw the curtain to see the light,
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