The world is but a part of the wind
Howling in colours and in words
I am a believer when it hurts
You know who I am by default
In war and in peace with it all
My church is my thoughts
The egoistic train
Recklessly on a journey far
Far from who you are
Dancing lightly on thorns
Smiling as if I didn’t know
That they dance back giggling
Who are you in all this
Creator or creation
Saviour or saved
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