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A man sits down right on a bridge 
In water he throws random rocks. 
His main goal is plain and simple, 
He wants to hit some swimming ducks. 

The neatly stacked in brain thoughts, 
Were put in there last night in bed, 
Because the man needed some bucks 
And found granules of dust instead. 

The rage of poverty took place.
He just had no one in the world
To give his body an embrace,
So he could feel a little loved.

The present morning he woke up,
With all connected to revenge.
For all these years he had enough;
Existence pushed him on the edge.

He blinked a few times at the sun,
Which dingy windows hardly showed,
And briefly made his mind to run
At the nearest bridge he’d known.

There, with all his might he shouted:
“I’ve played your game too long this time,
Spiral ends, my souls have voted
The main learned lesson is all mine,

In the crude evolving stages,
I have survived with all my wits;
The brain passed the test of ages,
The body rotted from the roots.

Oh, the years of desolation,
You have condemned my being through…
My patience runs thin as paper.
I’ve had enough of all of you!

I want the game of life to stop,
And rewards for all I’ve suffered.
The seeded things I shall not crop,
The given land does not suffice.

Abrupt the torment has to end,
Your point has been more than proven,
There’s nothing else to understand,
I want to come back to the end.

In recognition for the way
Creation made me feel and think,
I only want the light of day
To turn into the night of death.”

If another could see the play,
And realize just what he hears,
The mirror of the lake would pray:
“Please shout your grief another way!

You’re scaring all the ducks away
And they’re just here for the water.
Your upset mood about your state 
Should be told to another matter,

Which can be found solely in you,
Not in the lake, not on the earth,
So go and look a bit though 
The pages of your memory!”

The other stood flabbergasted:
“Why should the lake talk to a bum?”
But his mind would soon inquire:
“Did you have a few drinks of rum

Or this is only consciousness
Going a bit towards insane?"
From simply creeping from wetness
Sadly it’s all what we became.

It may be painful to admit,
Despite the one given status,
Humanity is just a hint
Of what transcends the Universe.
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