one day
you will ask
who am i? where am i going?
why am i here?
it will not be
a happy day for you
or for us or
for everyone else
you will not ask those
questions in a loud voice
you will ask them
from the inside your gut
it will be a blurred day
your eyes shall fall short of tears
the river dries and the
skies turn into gray
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