It goes on and on
no beginning no end
in a straight line it goes
no curves, or a bend
Multiplying , dividing on
what you see now, will
once be long gone
Darkness and light, day
light and a fortnight
keeps going on , anyway
As far as the I can see
Eye can't see any more
Be brave , tread ahead
Bee's move, stable head
Many a flower blooms and fall
Thrown about like a rag doll
A bottomless pit, a deep ravine
a high induced by weed, by wine
The tunnel never ends, always goes on
neither a bend , just move on
no beginning no end
in a straight line it goes
no curves, or a bend
Multiplying , dividing on
what you see now, will
once be long gone
Darkness and light, day
light and a fortnight
keeps going on , anyway
As far as the I can see
Eye can't see any more
Be brave , tread ahead
Bee's move, stable head
Many a flower blooms and fall
Thrown about like a rag doll
A bottomless pit, a deep ravine
a high induced by weed, by wine
The tunnel never ends, always goes on
neither a bend , just move on
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