I take the usual walk
This morning
And think upon
A thought
What if I die
What shall I do
On the last hour
Shall I come back
For another
Round of
Reincarnation
To become a child again
Chasing the wind
To become a man again
Picking some flowers
Of lust and desire
Shall I become an old man again
Filled with wisdom
I said no
It is not worth it
I have faith
In the most beautiful world out there
Where I shall not burn
Where I shall not think anymore
Where I shall be
Wisdom and love forever
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