Why am I alone,
In the middle of a vast ocean,
Why is everything complicated,
Yet, I know am in a democratic world,
Where I, You, He, She, It, They are unwillingly controlled...
Sometimes I look into the sky,
Counting the stars far away,
Sometimes I look into my heart,
To see if it's still intact,
Sometimes I look into the soil,
To consider my being not royal,
Sometimes I get that silly idea,
To live, to die, not to care,
Of none, of nothing, of nowhere, forever....
For a better survival,
I recall for a quick revival,
To initiate a special vital cycle,
To regain back our democratic title....
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