It is not that simple;of letting the world go;
if the soul creates an illusionary wall.
If gold and stone is not the same to you;no rest shall you find ;
for inner peace is attained through detachment ;
Woe o soul !;for creating this illusion;non existing walls of brilliance;
Now I know;this is what happens when there is no spirit;and only letters;
Four corners;
four mute walls;staring menacingly at me;
inside is prison, outside is prison;Where shall I go?