I know what I have to do
I have a courage for that
The circle I keep going through
Shades the ideas I had
Every year I have a goal
Which fades far on the horizon
Like when I hit a wall
The pain seems to me surprising
I look at outlines of my destiny
Envisioned in my childhood brain
Blurring of tears and agony
Once again I am in vain
As I am about to break fourth wall
This abomination should have something
An optimistic righteous call
But these are no more to my liking
You thought you are reading a poet
But this is my monologue to you
If you desire – go for it
I lose hope of doing that too
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