The way of life

What can you say me about your life?
What mainly do you prefer?
Is it like dull or sharp knife?
And to whom will you refer?

You’re running whole day.
You’re running whole night.
But who will get your mayday
When you stop seing the light?

You’re staying here alone
Without family, friends
It’s because of your crown
Which replaces your sense.

You need to rebuild
Your opinion on that.
Or you will be killed
Like a grey and small rat.


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