Lost Myself
Man in a hood,
sparking light on the sun
pick peak of wood
camping might just too fun.
In Shah Alam's pavement,
calm down with me
eagerly makes movement
sink on the teeth.
I need some food,
don't destroy my own physis
like pardon of thy thesis
care what I stood.
Too fast or too slow,
like my life just low.
look at the power of apollo,
counting constellation of astro.
On reality, goes up to Atman,
En Masse someway
Dasein someday
On ability, become a Brahman.
Unfortunately, I didn't find my spark,
lonely yet bulky, stuck the past at park.
Truly lost my identity, in glooming states,
But hope still carry on the hint, like what I takes.
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