Be Careless
Just when I am about to crack
finally the daylight comes back.
Sun-rays soaking up all the black
filling its crack, filling its crack.
With that tilt now closer to us
I hear birds chirping their chorus.
At once I’m called to be careless
go start a fuss, go start a fuss.
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