All things are made like that
Within the limit of space and time
Withe a centre and a circle
For life to adjust within
But no one is satisfied
with the given
He needs a large, an extra large
And than a largest one
out of all size,
But one can't cross the limit
Breaking the centre and the circle
What do you want really?
You can't have the pleasure
of freedom within
And beyond the circle
There is just nothing
Yes, of course there is no limit
To nothingness
And to be nothing one must cross
All limits of things.
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