Assumptions

 If they knew that play is written
They're not able change the world
If they knew that fish is eaten
Without knife and without word

They would knew that they are clowns
Nothing more and nothing else
Clowns clowns will applause
Will applause to themselves

And with that they play their stories
Play their roles to save their souls
No more tears and no more worries
No more plans and no more goals

All is done and only sorrow
In their eyes for just a blink
They forgot true path the narrow
They forgot the inner link

Heaven's smiling from the skies
No one knows who's the wise


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