I stared at the sky began to tire
Graying
Like me and my race
The journey of life is not directed
*Seeking perfection of life increasingly weakened
I try and I try again
Just useless
I spur time driving
The more spin like a wheel
I was crushed
Frills in the hall please
Uncertain
I am.... Who am I...???
I'm just a black memory
Like garbage strewn
When will anyone pick it up
Just to input the basket and burn it
Not knowing the daylight
Not knowing the beauty of the morning except the silence of her night
My light is blackened
Unseen there was no hope of tasting happiness
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