he has thick glasses
and he talks about the world as an asylum
of mad poets and wise people gone mad
he is amazing
and i think he is one wise man
that i should listen
i followed his footstep
he says this is all leading to God
a cure to all my addictions
to whatever
i tried to walk beside him
but he has always been a fast walker
and so i just follow and follow him through
all the years of my life
so sad
i lost my interest about my own life
i have gone mad too
he did not mind at all
he only said, i am one kind of a fool!
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