I dream of the infinite, yet all that I see is finite..
United with the ancients, yet I feel green..
All this feels short, yet the heart still hankers..
None of this belongs to me, yet I feel at home..
Is there something beyond my sight?
Is there a treasure behind the veil?
Is there something grand, hidden in plain sight?
Day after day, I chase things of the world...
Yet every now and then I pause and ponder..
Looking at the stars, looking within,
There must be more, my heart whispers..
The mystic's songs, the poet's words,
The beauty in maths, the maths in beauty,
The magic of it all, the method to the magic,
Ah I wonder, how wonderful it is all..
Strange these thoughts seem to be,
But strange too this world seems to be,
What is this mystery that lies before us,
What lies behind this door that's within us?
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