Choose to remain myself

I'm coming home, now it's one more day
I haven't turned to good.
Maybe I would, would have never say,
Although I understood.
Now I admit, Luck and Thought are foes,
Luck follows unfair rules.
I suppose She hasn't learnt the laws,
Laws just are not for fools.
I see their faces are lively, coloured
With all the shades of fortune
While I'm far away here collecting flowers
Grown out the dark emotions.
Hear all that matters and all that's mine,
All falling down the shelf...
Woven from failures and troubles, I
Choose to remain myself.


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