the end
of the road
is came to
a broke
it's
barely drove
and so I stop
to check the
phobe
nothing to probe
hardly a poke
and so I
rode
away to hope
the end
of the road
is came to
a broke
it's
barely drove
and so I stop
to check the
phobe
nothing to probe
hardly a poke
and so I
rode
away to hope
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Yes, the end of the world is always at hand and the devil is chuckling and I can eavesdrop it. So brief is everything and briefer is the relation we build and the space and span of joy
Cacain, your philosophical mooring, however is not brief and you keep on delving into the deeper realm untiringly and devour each of your gulp of thought
osho I thank you very much. I enjoyed reading your interpretation of the end of the world.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
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