The living man is one who sees,
Beyond the veil of words and dreams.
He tears apart the deceptive cloth,
To grasp the hidden meanings of truth.
He looks beyond the surface bright,
To find the inner reality in sight.
He dives into the depths of mind,
And what he finds, he does not hide.
He knows that life is not just a game,
And that true joy and peace remain.
In finding meaning, he is set free,
From shallow thoughts and misery.
So let us strive to live this way,
To see the world in depth each day.
And tear apart the veil of words,
To find the truths that can be heard.
The dead man walks a lonely path,
Amidst the shadows and the dark.
His life is but a fading light,
His purpose lost in endless night.
He wandered once upon a time,
With dreams and hopes that seemed so fine.
But now his journey has reached its end,
His body rests, his soul ascends.
No longer bound by earthly ties,
He sees beyond the endless skies.
The secrets of the universe,
The mysteries of life, dispersed.
The dead man rests in peaceful sleep,
His journey complete, his soul to keep.
Though gone from us, his spirit shines,
A guiding light in troubled times.