Once again I’m in two minds!
I see myself staring at a long road
With my back at the winds,
The green wastes near the betrothed.
It’s a long and lonely one.
I can have a rear view.
I know what I’ve done,
Still I dire to scream, “Adieu! ”
The white Is bend, at far:
I cannot see farther than that.
“Would it be intelligent to be at War
For something you can’t even look at? ”
Now, on this side of the divide
I feel own-ness, I sense oneness
In face of the dark brown trees – Vide
And far they spread – Am part of this mess.
Just opposite and confronting me
Are small birds chirping in the green.
Its noon now in my territory
By crawling the salty barbs, at my back will be the crimson clean.
Mauled I collapse in the mid—to die.
It’s easier with no mind, to go.
Betrayed shoulders will follow death or a life of a lie.
I’ll sit until I’m swept by a strong wind blow!
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