21.05.2010
When I tread the dreary sky,
I can't help but wonder why -
Why the heartache, why the pain?
What is there from this to gain?
All the doubts on all the days;
We, like sheep and cows, just graze.
P'haps it's time to wave good-bye
To ennui now, ere we die.
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