Everything is nonbrok'n
The center holds just fine
You look for an answer,
Why do you ignore mine?
You imagine, you think
The center is whirling
A typhoon of fury
A rage inside hurling
Whistling fast, frozen
Inside, trapped in your self
Alone, without reward
There is none, so you think

All's broken and unfair
Just when your life begins
Just when you get a start
Your delusion won't give
Up so easily now
The trap, my friend, is you
All it takes is something
New, a different and
Unrestrained perspective
For you to really know
The truth was there before
You were ever thought of






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