just a little life-poem.
Walking, first I start at home;
In this world, there's no alone.
What a place this planet is
Each new day feels like a kiss.
Skipping, then I leave the fort;
Unexpected, I'm at court.
What a way to live and die,
He shot me then spat in my eye.
Running now, I dissappear;
Too entombed to face my fear.
What a life to e'er avoid,
If I should chance to find reward.
Looking back I think I know,
Why I shouldered off the show.
What a scene, but who's it for?
The hypocrite, and never more.
Facing future, I unwind,
But cannot stop the passing time.
Wars and roumors, speaking ill,
Are surley not enough to kill.
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