Small pebble at the top of the mountain
At the foot a cross
Who is at whose feet
The stone at the foot of the cross
Or the cross at the foot of the stone
The question arises here and now
Flash of lucidity
Beyond well thinking
I believe they both don't give a damn
A bell rings in the distance
Templars still protect pilgrims
Offering them some comfort
Memories of a bygone era
Misery of the world to file
Leave there what should rest
Emotional charges, anger, doubts, sadness... Everything is just passing through
Which way should the balance fall
Carriing a cross daily
Or polishing a pebble every day
To turn it into a crystal ball
It's up to you to decide
Jean Christophe
October 17
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