Lose yourself to find yourself and vice versa
In the middle of a war with the mind
Where can man find harmony and ease nerves
where can he obtain peace for a time
In love for life and pursuing such things first
that require a man to stand up and open doors for himself
Where he must be his own surgeon and recover as his own nurse
Until vitality and strength come back with his health
Fight the neverending war
and fight it with joy
and as each minute teases you of this life, learn to ignore
For what a waste of time it is to let yourself remain annoyed
And for a millenia of emotions stretch the ones that heal
for we began as nothing and we are the few lucky who may come to something
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