Me
Heading to true and wheat,
Life pulled about me, but now is sweet,
So, here i am, sleeping in heap.
The sun is shining brightly on lee,
I have nothing, but my mind is free.
You left me, but world"s still live.
All plesure"s gone, except one leaf,
Leaf with your words, with your peek.
I don"t see any trace ahead.
And there"s no people on the way to met.
All clouds are gray, all ambient land is wet.
My fortune caught me in it"s net.
I pass my life without a thought,
That sometimes nobody can help or taught.
There are 2 ways: to walk out or not,
And you can only die as man or live as ought.
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