Sunday afternoon sun ablaze
Bored and lazy I sit lifeless
Thinking about the path I tread
Life's weird ways not smooth made
Is it what to come that I fear
Or it is the past which is not near
Lone and lame to embrace either
I let myself shamefully wither
What makes me I, I cannot portray
Nobody to listen what I have to say
Waiting in vain for myself being in abyss
Not living in now yearning life I miss
Give me o life guts to be
What I am to myself and ME.
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