Dying Bouquet
Like a dying bouquet
I wither right away
I don’t know why I’m here
Or if I should bother to stay
Good things happen by chance
Bad things happen by me
Will I ever be satisfied
Will there always be a need
One petal falls
Did you hear its sad song
Two petals fall
To which never belonged
Withering away like my dying vanity,
My ego has been gone
My luck has run out, so to say
Looking deep where I belong
Nothing of worth, of honor, of pride
Nothing to believe I had a happy life
Someone who can see something out of nothing
May they be blest, for the time they have wasted
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