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Imagine this:
A man sat quietly under the blazing moon,
Sweating all over in front of an burning bush,
Shivering so hard he hurt his jaw,
But all this would make no sense to you.

Now imagine this:
A man sat quietly under the full bloom moon,
Shivers a little as the breeze blows by,
Warming his body with a hot cup of tea,
But still nothing in my writings make any sense to you.


I am without reasons writing a few nonsense lines,
Just to knock some sense into your head and mine,
You can try to satisfy the world and give them what they want,
Or you can just satisfy yourself by becoming what you really want.

After all, no matter what you do,
You’re insignificant to others,
And make no sense to them.