I am the fool from Paul's hill,
Descending from it in question,
No longer will I be still,
Although this stance my passion,
Round and Round I continue to go,
Dismantling what is once believed,
Never interrupting silent flow,
And still I will not be deceived,
Drowning after leaving that hill,
I give heed to no ones suggestion,
Even unconscious aspects I kill,
Leaving only conscious discussion,
Seemingly it seems I find a new low,
Situations arise where I can conceive,
And yet I find it difficult, just show,
This tension is all I must relieve.
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