Life is a cylinder
Have you looked in the eye?
(Pupil, its tunnel)
Deep and long cylinder
What about light,
When coming through hole,
(Of ceiling, in a wall)
Cylinder
Have you ever,
(In a desert)
Gone to a water well,
Seen water at bottom,
(With soft waves)
Cylinder
Look around
The light pods,
Tree trunks,
Your fingers,
Cylinder
Everything’s cylinder
Not always the perfect
Cylinder’s cylinder
Therefore life’s cylinder
Head to toe
Birth to death
Not perfect
Cylinder
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