Conscience
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In a mist I could hardly see my hands
Touched someone standing nearby
The feel was gentle like foam
I continued the touch
It suddenly started to shift its place
As if wanted to carry me somewhere
I followed unconditionally to his command
Without realizing where I am going
And where do I stand
I slipped from the top like a tumbling rock
To touch the bottom with faint
When got up I realized it was the life
It took me from dreams to the lights of reality.
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