Guide me like a Gps.
Where I walk, people seem to fall.
I will pick you up.
Dharma, oh Dharma.
What else am I to do?
I can only trust my true friend.
The knower that walks with me.
Karma, karma, Karma.
When will I be rid of you?
I'm slipping,
I'm sliding,
i'm dancing
and swerving,
past these 3 gates of darkness.
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