Inside and Out


We never tend to think
About those small streams
That flew in together
To form the big rotating river
in the inside and the outside.

Up and down the elevator
Reach the top and jump
Because I am down here
We separated in thoughts
In the inside and the outside

Just follow the big river to be sure
Everything obtained pure
And impure thrown in the world.
Machine that rocks again
in the inside and the outside.

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