My vision is all clear
But my thoughts are not
And my eyes are listening
Your soul is a highway
With all fractals
Passing through in every way
Challenge yourself for new realms
Seek wisdom in your own cells
Whatever you find is you at the end
All patterns and all shapes
Like the hints of
A riddle that combines
Recursive loops of a madman
Cycling
Around his lost mind
Challenge yourself for new realms
Seek wisdom in your own cells
Whatever you find is you
Self repeating forgiveness
In a silence
With regretful abstinence
All patterns and all shapes
Like the hints of
A riddle that combines
Challenge yourself for new realms
Seek wisdom in your own cells
Whatever you find is you

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