Are you too fond

of the world beyond?

Maybe you need

– like a reed

near a pond –

something to eat.

Ignore the fake:

Imagine a lake

where the winds

make waves

create illusions

and tales of fate.

So rhymes become form

and this is the norm,

the narration of life:

the focus to strive

the endless want

the fear for »beyond«.

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