My friend asked me
Where am I going?
This boat called life,
I am rowing.
The world is lovely,
but humanity is toying.
There is nothing to prove,
yet still people are showing.
Stars are shining,
the moon is glowing.
Love is hidden somewhere,
while hatred is growing.
All these things
oh God, what would I do by knowing?
Even if the world ends tomorrow,
seeds of compassion I am sowing.



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