The world begun showing
Its’ desperate shades,
Its’ long bygone burdens’
Indelible trace.
As I stand so still
It comes over so swift.
And I lose control
And intention to live.
As I grew in safe,
It was only a fib –
A cobweb. But where? –
I couldn’t predict.
So here I am now –
Facing a storm.
My mind is so dizzy
And stuffy and swarm.
When everything’s fixed
I keep falling apart.
And what should I do now –
The dim spoilt brat?
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