The life of images
The mind will play its games
The reflection on a quiet place
Listening to the whirring softly wind
The rolling of images
As the mind gears it up to see
Letting history recording its stories
Learn it to perform a better play
Because we are the players
The world is our stage
The scripts we share and perform
The tales of the good or the bad
The flow of running water
Drumming its beats on its fall
If there are no cascading steps
We will fall right through
The life of images
The burst of rhythm on our scripts
The rolling tales we will make
On the world we will engage
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