Lover of the process/roads
Who ignores good results.
Who knows, why a needle isn't sharp at both ends.
With his smile reading, judiciously:
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam;
Cogito, ergo sum.
The confidant of fireflies,
With a desire to cheat on butterflies,
Stab him in the head
Not chest;
Thinking about dichotomy of human life,
Threw his heart into fescues
Ain't this boy too young,
to be singing the blues.
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