I walk around unknowingly of life.
Could my life be more rewarding and rich?
Would I be a wonderful housewife,
Or would I be a better devious witch?
Doing it the ways of the olden times.
Or being mysteriously magical.
Could I commit the most deflectless crimes?
Or choose to live a life so tragical.
Choose or not my life will change strikingly.
It's what I choose that regulates my life.
Do I want an empty gift unlike me?
When I could accept a wicked folklife.
Should I accept what people want from me,
Or do what makes me steadily happy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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