The World is a development
Success has created an alternate ego
For our minds
Many times I wonder
Whether the world has a family
Where they are from
Why they are here
And what does the world think
Of what we are doing
Childhood dreams
Are like sleeping houses
Lying among the reeds
Seaweed intermingles with translation
Old papers and ambition
Swirl together
Opening the secrets
Some days are like finding
Poetry
Walking through trees
There are old things here
We only have things left
To find
So turn the page
Just turn the page
And find the new story
Here
Moonlight and starlight
Turning dreams
Turning moonlights dreams
Into reality
Already before us
The sun was born
The earth was born
And we were too
Sometimes the earth goes on wild adventures
Through the galaxy
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning like a bowling ball
Through space
This was what I originally thought
Life was all about
But in the womb of living
I wonder
I wondered like the earth
And wandered
The novels of characters and sameness
Were all together
However
this kind of sameness Was language
Drifting through the more dangerous things
Success and opinions
Affect the world
And we retreat
Only to come again
Later in this time
Meanings amuse me
For they are the things that we put together
That actually create a meaning
Sometimes words come out
And you’re not sure whether you are making sense
But does it really matter
In the long run?
People look back
They may read your work
But does it matter what they think?
Sometimes
Professors and politicians
Even dream
I wonder if that is possible
I wonder if we can change
Talent is a whole other story
Sometimes projects run toward
The ocean
And get their feet wet
Talent is just a word
We create
THere is no true talent
For everything is perfect
You can’t label one thing talent
And then leave the others to sink
In the water
Just get your feet wet
There is nothing to wait for
There is nothing to do but
Jump in
Jump in and watch
As the blue of your clothes
Floats away
Out into the water
Leaving your shirt and pants
A faded white
We are ready to adopt the opinion
Not many But one
Dangerous things
Can lurk only in
the things we want
But criticism and actors
Or artists
Can create the water
Stepping in it
And jumping in it
Don’t listen to the sun
Because sometimes it has an ulterior motive
This is his ambition
The popularity of might
And novels
Just jump in the water
Jump in the water
And be creative
For while the earth is off wandering
In other galaxies
You are still here
You still have hands
And things to make
So make them.
Success has created an alternate ego
For our minds
Many times I wonder
Whether the world has a family
Where they are from
Why they are here
And what does the world think
Of what we are doing
Childhood dreams
Are like sleeping houses
Lying among the reeds
Seaweed intermingles with translation
Old papers and ambition
Swirl together
Opening the secrets
Some days are like finding
Poetry
Walking through trees
There are old things here
We only have things left
To find
So turn the page
Just turn the page
And find the new story
Here
Moonlight and starlight
Turning dreams
Turning moonlights dreams
Into reality
Already before us
The sun was born
The earth was born
And we were too
Sometimes the earth goes on wild adventures
Through the galaxy
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning like a bowling ball
Through space
This was what I originally thought
Life was all about
But in the womb of living
I wonder
I wondered like the earth
And wandered
The novels of characters and sameness
Were all together
However
this kind of sameness Was language
Drifting through the more dangerous things
Success and opinions
Affect the world
And we retreat
Only to come again
Later in this time
Meanings amuse me
For they are the things that we put together
That actually create a meaning
Sometimes words come out
And you’re not sure whether you are making sense
But does it really matter
In the long run?
People look back
They may read your work
But does it matter what they think?
Sometimes
Professors and politicians
Even dream
I wonder if that is possible
I wonder if we can change
Talent is a whole other story
Sometimes projects run toward
The ocean
And get their feet wet
Talent is just a word
We create
THere is no true talent
For everything is perfect
You can’t label one thing talent
And then leave the others to sink
In the water
Just get your feet wet
There is nothing to wait for
There is nothing to do but
Jump in
Jump in and watch
As the blue of your clothes
Floats away
Out into the water
Leaving your shirt and pants
A faded white
We are ready to adopt the opinion
Not many But one
Dangerous things
Can lurk only in
the things we want
But criticism and actors
Or artists
Can create the water
Stepping in it
And jumping in it
Don’t listen to the sun
Because sometimes it has an ulterior motive
This is his ambition
The popularity of might
And novels
Just jump in the water
Jump in the water
And be creative
For while the earth is off wandering
In other galaxies
You are still here
You still have hands
And things to make
So make them.
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