Into the breeze
The closed circle that we dwell upon,
Meaningless to the onlooker who gazes far about.
Hoping a glimpse to discover love,
This mystery that only those who have known it can compare.
Eternally we dance to a simple melody,
That of procreation and activity.
Therefore none can leak out their dreams,
Favoring survival beyond any hazy ambitions.
For death awaits the unweary of time,
Past and present that collide only within our lives.
Stepping up to the task still remains an option,
We aren't mere meals out for consumption.
Realisation is the first step to true growth,
The mind is a toy that man hopes to use,
Surpassing all expectations and play with one could call,
The power of God.
Rebuild of Evangelion 1.01
A beautiful world
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