Why
Go on with this
Lie,
Looking for the next new,
I do something for you.
Selfish you say, today.
My mode is mood,
Your way is to say tomorrow.
I look your way in vain.
All I see is myself
In pain,
Lying on my sideways,
A Lie.
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