Wooden body,
Wooden house,
Wooden words,
Wooden life.
And everywhere
My thought process
Goes to burst,
Though I am
Not prepared
For all that.
I am not prepared
For anything here,
I know nothing is
Certain and
In uncertainty, we
Moved leaving
The bags and baggage
For no reasons
Thereof at any time
In numbers.
My words shine,
My body shine,
And I need
Some music
To play before all.
I know the night
And the value of
The song at midnight.
I know the mountain,
I want to climb.
The world permits me
To go further,
To write further,
To shine more and more
For others.
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