there is a point
in your life
when you do not believe
in anyone anymore
once you believe that
it did not turn out to be
that good
and then you believe this
it is worse
and so you you believe
in yourself
created your own nook
tended your own garden
build your own roof
mixed your own drink
and smoked your own kind
or brand of pipe
since then the world
has become so peaceful
the garden flowered
and the roof did not leak
at all for the
rain to intervene
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