Must I heed to the sign 'Despair ahead',
Written by the wise fools already dead?
Lead, is the sky they told us to achieve;
Lead and lead, seek and seek,
Told the frog from inside the well,
Said the people from beneath six feet?
Shells, in which since forever have you dwelled;
Searched destiny, got success,
Found love, life and happiness?
Weary, have I grown standing here alone;
Rubble of the failed quest that I'm in,
Even your pathetic claims sound tempting
Failed, am I for not having these illusions?
Would you give me an asylum in one of your shells,
Or shall I now begin building one for myself?
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