My eyes irradiate no light,
My soul’s a homeless cat,
It’s frozen and it looks for warmth
On a soft and fluffy mat,
Is so afraid of life and death
And of a big street rat.
My thoughts, like fallen maple leaves,
Are scattered on a road,
The road that leads to no result.
Unbearable load
Is on my shoulders and it seems,
This way I already rode.
My memories - my only friends,
They never leave me ’lone
Unlike my childhood pals who’ve gone
And turned their hearts to stone.
Though human beings are around,
Why I feel so forlorn?
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