His Meaningless Life
Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at nights
That he spends his time in nothingness.
The Merchant says,
Where and when forth you get me my love
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Then forth I unscrew your bond
To me
A yearlong you have, to win your life
I won't spare it at all
After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death
The Miser's eyes go bloody red
As red as the flaming fires
In the failure's junk bed
While he day-dreamed .......
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