Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Rewrite

I walked toward a crossroad
while all of them came,
Unknown beggars.
Each gave me sign
Holding a piece of paper, saying,
"I know the pattern of life,
let me tell you the meaning of life"

But I said, "Stop!
Leave me my life
And take yours away;
I can't live your patterns,
The trivial things that you worship."

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