i kick a stone toward east
destiny would surely waits
for those who are awake
who can see sun rising
for me sign to work again
to earn wages for living
i could be like that stone
rolling 'til it run out of drive
nestled and buried on side
nope! brilliant thought rise
seek mysteries of unknown
price; sleepless til dawn
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