Inside of a head

What couldn’t be done by man’s hand?

When so many castles are raised

On all those prosperous lands -

Being cherished by sun and by rains.

The world being build like a net

By each tiny humanly breath.

But when comes to thoughts in the head -

It’s always an intricate mess.

All kings who are wearing crown

They want their skin to be gold,

And those who are ment to bow down,

Have wishes forever untold.

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So powerful creatures we are,

But as it was always being said -

No one ever got it so far

To change things inside of his head.