Wall of meanings
Right in the middle of a leaf
The inks laid down its say,
They came from a trained wind stiff
That stormed the feelings away.
Painters and writers trying to link
The stable with the change so tense,
Their works gained and lost to think
Of the scratches that made no sense.
Scientists are looking for the dice
Unable to find the funny ball,
In the game of virtue and vice
Stays the still and stubborn wall.
Rules of yeses and noes,
Sides that flow the running river
Are those that run the eyes and nose
To play this nosy game forever and ever.
Good and evil, words to understand
World for its word, gives us all a hand,
For guarding right and wrong
Hearts could melt the wall, so strong.
Never wondered why as people we divide
In the world that's round and without any side,
Never pondered why the world is still with us
It doesn't have a rule that judges, makes a fuss.
Right in the middle of a leaf
Inks have melted into clay,
The wind emerged from cliff
That's softened the walls away.
Right in the middle of a leaf
The inks laid down its say,
They came from a trained wind stiff
That stormed the feelings away.
Painters and writers trying to link
The stable with the change so tense,
Their works gained and lost to think
Of the scratches that made no sense.
Scientists are looking for the dice
Unable to find the funny ball,
In the game of virtue and vice
Stays the still and stubborn wall.
Rules of yeses and noes,
Sides that flow the running river
Are those that run the eyes and nose
To play this nosy game forever and ever.
Good and evil, words to understand
World for its word, gives us all a hand,
For guarding right and wrong
Hearts could melt the wall, so strong.
Never wondered why as people we divide
In the world that's round and without any side,
Never pondered why the world is still with us
It doesn't have a rule that judges, makes a fuss.
Right in the middle of a leaf
Inks have melted into clay,
The wind emerged from cliff
That's softened the walls away.
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