One day I was walking across the sea,
And a broken man came up to me.
One day I jumped over the world's highest mountain,
And met a healing man by the crystal fountain.
One day I walked through all the stars in the sky,
And the man I'd fixed did not pass by.
One day I struggled over soft, yielding sand,
And the world's strongest man came to give me a hand.
One day we both strode into the setting sun,
For we had fixed others, and our work was done.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
One day I was walking across the sea,
And a broken man came up to me.
One day I jumped over the world's highest mountain,
And met a healing man by the crystal fountain.
One day I walked through all the stars in the sky,
And the man I'd fixed did not pass by.
One day I struggled over soft, yielding sand,
And the world's strongest man came to give me a hand.
One day we both strode into the setting sun,
For we had fixed others, and our work was done.
A thought. Karma, perhaps?
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