All My Trials, With My Mortal Feet In Sight

All my trials
All the sick that till now were under the shade
Are now subjects of a 'fast life' experiment
Hill toed conjectures on the loose

Terribly detailed, the way all the accounts,
Now I see,
Were maintained

Can we find out what was going on here?
Who was it that took all the trouble, and may be why?
Beyond the city limits, I ask under an open sky
Accompanied with sound of flowing water that was in abundance, there
With beautiful memories of bells that rung there

I remember with such tenderness and hopeful gestures
I did ask

Can we find out what was going on here?
Who was it that took all the trouble, and may be why?

It was only out of fear to be not able to live it again
To be able to not walk along those lines again
Hand in hand with loveliness
I did ask

I asked my mother,
I asked my father,
And I still kept on repeating, it was just such a beautiful thing

In strict adherence to laws
While I kept baring that deer hissing
And its horns being smashed to the wall
All the trials just kept going on

While they liked chasing the wind
On the road to
To reach and wanting the end

I think I have only found out

I was there only to
To love the scene
And to be able to hear sound of flowing water
Under an open sky

I was there only to
And to be able to ask in a tenderest voice
Can we find out what was going on here?
Who was it that took all the trouble, and may be why?

I was there only to
Love the scene
To be able to say that I lived the road
To be able to find sounds of violins when I see my mortal feet

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