Every human has
in his own reality
his own imagination
the subconscious
your own consciousness
insinuate in humility
from which the dream is given to us
the stars are reflected
in the ocean of the soul
we are the victim of ourselves
of determination
according to the laws of the soul
the war ravages
Land and life
progress only counts
the generals of power
our heart beats continuously
of internal stitches
and external pain
penetrated and littered
the dream to the child
his mother
in life and in the world
live with all passion
and in spite of everything humility
indivisible dignity
of people care
we are all burdened with guilt
we are all imperfect beings
we have to practice better every day
the purity just a thought
our hands can
do not wash our sins
do not remove
Need fantasies
we for our
own life
the freedom in our body
we don't exist
the body is as a unit
connected with the soul
we can't for others
take flight
a paradise
that there is no such thing on earth
is in the poem
next to the beauty
our inner ugly face
not the rain
his drumming
on the devastated face
just make an effort
the dedication to one's own
dark side
with her through everyday life
to go
Step by step
I have no message
I try to answer
so that I can get along better
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