I emerged from the womb
Confused yet consumed
Follow me to my tomb
Rise again, I will
So much work left still…
I may go at it alone
Roam, roam, roam…
No where in site, my home…
Until I am free from carbon based needs
My soul, my spirit will surely bleed…
Dera Dande Uthao- Let us lift our camp and staff. -Babaji
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