Crying

Doing the same every day, every night.
"Boring" is something that fuels my mind.
Waking up early to savor the dawn,
which is so good that it feels like it's drawn.

What is it? Something that is in my heart,
something that makes me a little bit weary?
The process of dreaming... No - life! Is art.
Working on something forever, really.

Everything feels truly destined, arranged.
Just like an autumn that comes when it's time.
Able to speak and support, run and climb...
Crying 'cause there is one thing I can't change.


Sep 17 2025


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