A fly, when born in pond murky
gazes at sky with eyes curious
and heart filled with perception happy,
dreams of a day it swims in sky spacious.
Alas! it ends under a random fat hand,
which never dreamt of great ascend
nor bothered it is for heart little once.
Lord! where we begin and where we end.
"Fear not, O child eternal and free,
for this isn't the end for your castles.
If not fly I shall make you an eagle,
glide my dear! like the king of skies."
"Bear in mind thro' trails you face
by people who never wonder nor bother,
that you had the beginning in this world nether
but end you will when we merge together."
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