A Turning Gear

Would you mind to stop my care? What did I wrong, I having this hear? What would you remind me I amn’t innocent? Your sympathetic mind why melts for my tear. If do you think my poverty is cursing you, Try to leave me alone why do you feel fear? I were born alone and I shall die alone, My fight is a waste of time for my shire. Nothing is strange and wonderful it awares me, You are special for me you have a sphere. Naturally, an ego is a clash for personalities, Everyone is dreaming he needs a top chair. They never imagine a flower grows not direct, A seed grows for leaves, branches and a spire. I am poor that’s my natural crisis, nature can serve, I afraid only understanding is my turning gear.