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I witness what I see

And it shows me constantly

That the patterns in my head

In the changes make their bed

I must find a way to see

what the truth is finally

Feeling like turning my head

but where should it have me led

Give me a hint when I'm wrong

it would be like singing the song

Bring the rain! Bring the pain!

It is no way visible nor feelable

The distortion isn't catchable

This is nothing but a modification

In the wrong direction

A touch of light, after all

In my rediscovering soul

The new incresed old

Being my temporary goal