I am a bizarre stranger nobody knows
Yet crushed to crumbs
My heart a swollen buffoon: useless, awkward
So inflexible and ignorant of needs and wishes
That others may carry a dream, a desire
Deeply in their pockets
And I, so callous, took no step
To carry them along, to encourage,
Never bringing a bit of joy, keeping a promise
And I shall stay
A villainous ghost to be put out in the cold
To grieve what pitiful effort I couldn’t make
And bear the chains of mortal life.
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