We have travelled long
But have we gone far?
The fears shadow us
Show up in our dreams,
The dust on our feet
Can't be washed away,
The eyes are the same
See nothing different,
The path of desire
Ends in the same shrine
Of flaming emptiness,
The lies are so comfortable
Truth is not wanted till
We find ourselves in prison,
Then we hear the cries of
The brethren incarcerated
Like us on imagined offences,
How do tyrants sleep when
They have stolen everyone's sleep?
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