Everything?
I think a while: what to think,
but start writing on with a wink:
tears…
fall ceaselessly, wishpering my good old days:
How innocent and narrow my eyes were
Not to judge, but to understand ways
Why should I not loose my little world — bare?
“I can learn anything,” said I once to my Principal
But now I wonder, “Is anything that worth to learn?”
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Obviously, the venerable imposter of Triumph and all
Renders me a dumb driven cattle — is it only half fun?
Truth is simple.
My world has widen so much so that I —
I have to search sometimes my own being:
How can I but not surround myself with my best wishers
Where were you going? Where are you now?
Àt last, only writing gives me the freedom of self expression.
Egotist? Narcissist?
Yeah, you may call whatever it is; but I call it:
my own.
