This pen filled I hold, my soul
Pointing to the blank page inside
This universe, twisted and lachrymal.
Efforts fail, but I do not regret
Nor grieve; things may happen.
Like the blossoms in the yard!
Fore- fathers come, and leave
one by one; they don't recognise
A shadow crunched against the wall!
How long this battle?
How long this struggle?
These I haven't asked the widows
Nor the victims around me.
Perhaps they'd stone me down
For a default; so I can't
Fall out head- long and drown
Into the pit of failures!
Yes, I ought go on, tremblingly
Go on as a snal in the Grand Canyon!
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