Harsh Reality
As I abandon the world
of metaphysics,
i begin to be sick
and melancholic.
As I join the nature
as if it were a voice,
I sing with the birds,
a song of rejoice.
As I become unresponsive
to worldly desires
and decided to be one
who's willing to abide,
It killed me, you routine!
if I am to cling to something,
it is life,
not my welfare.
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