Life - Glum Or Foe
In care of me but usual
as I am always looking
closely with my life
that's so happy.
My life is as likely
a friend who likes me
though I don't know it,
starving like a hunger.
A magical ball on me
that's surround's me
like a sheep or cattle,
grazing for their feast.
As a friend or foe I don't like it,
but comes me as a friend
a man who likes it,
but I am afraid of it.
As I know it soon as always
that's of fear and sadness
of all that takes end
and that of it.
Life seems as a foe of fear and glum,
so that I can choose any
the way it follows,
a friend or foe.
As a being I know it's friend,
but like of a foe of glum.
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