Born was I with a pinch of wisdom
Raised was I with virtues of martyrdom
I have seen the world, I lived it myself
Shrewdly cruel everyone was & I was no elf
Why do I think? why do I act?
Is it not for thought? is it not for action?
Void this life is... as that was the pact
Full of life yet no traction
Why the gloom (or glee)... why the melancholy (or joy)...
There's nothing to lose nothing to benefit
Live here die there... None seems holy...
But as long as here... know the here and feel it!
I wonder what future has in store for me...
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