As dark as pitch I see;
My future which nudges me to flee,
From thy world, where none are free,
O’ Competition and should equal a bee.
How I wish I could find the key;
To reach the nearness o’ thee.
Life is like a play,
And world – a stage , where people stay;
In the aftermath, if they do say –
Bad deeds – they have to pay:
Good deeds – fate gives way,
To the land of gay.
Thus I pray to thou,
Kindly write my fate, that people awe;
At my sight. Don’t they bow ;
Low to dos against love.
Hither all I wish then and now –
Let them not get into further row.
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