On time…

Where to go I don’t know

standing in the middle of four directions,

all attracts me, what to choose don’t know

standing paralysed without actions.

*

Only thinking and thinking

what makes me better,

In this way time is running and running

every birthday makes me younger.

*

One day heavy storming

swept me away,

now I am regreting

with two hands empty.

- The End -

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