Insight
Thinking
Walking
It starts from where I am
And goes on forever
I won't tell you
You won't ask
I could tell you
You won't hear
A mass of knotted string
With two ends
Both lost
In the snarl
I follow
Never tugging
Am I in the middle
Or close to an end
Such is the truth
Be ready
To understand
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