Was almost in despair
Almost lost never to appear
Walking through difficult equations
Feeling like running along the landscape
Situations only glowing at me
But in that world saw a beautiful life
Life of art, Pure art
Just singing to myself
Talking and listening
Instantly with logic of numbers and letters
I like it, loved it
Made a great balance
As for the ledger in the business class
Yeah, it's a class indeed
Class of art
Art of life
Life of years
Years of hours
Hours of minutes
Minutes of each second
Working to this self which almost disappeared
But now found
Why?
Because art is life
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