I live in a brown house
It has five close windows
my house is peaceful and secure
my guards are good
do you want to know there names?
They are perception and ego
They protect me night and day
From wind and storm
From friend and foes
They are the wheels of my black chariot
Ah! What a nightmare, I exclaimed
The realization dawned
I am not the owner of this house
Two guards are not my slave
I am a prisoner in this house
A slave of this matter
Chained by the desires
Tortured by anger
I am trapped in my body!
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