A day without going out.
Time that stands still
Breeds tension and doubt
And weakens the hearts
That previously seemed stout.
We are nothing but a pupet or a doll.
God with great care destines
our rise and fall.
We are going, not knowing where to stop.
Almighty lets us grow big to crop.
He crops our possibility, crops our imagined earth.
Then we cannot help heading from plenty to dearth.
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