Missed Cup
This golden cup
belong to me.
I fought for it as a
Jet Li.
The audience are to
stand for their
champion.
For I am a lion and a
scorpion.
At least,seriousness
can testify.
I am not a failure,I
must purify.
Today, my star did
not shine.
Today, unlucky and
mistake are my dine.
But will it be so
forever?
Will rain fall forever?
Days of my flying
colours are at hand,
when I will bring
drumming to my
land.
It is the mind that
sees.
The eyes are nothing
but lees.
They are
instruments of sight.
I looked in but saw
no bright.
My eyes were
present but sense
absent,
which caused my
failure at present.
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