Like wrong history
His past does not leave him
Like broken songs
His dreams do disturb him
Like decayed fruits
His aims do not please him
Like fire
His anticipations do burn him
Like thorns
His views do pierce him
Like destroyed house
His personality does not help him
Like error
His way of living do trouble him
He
In his own cage
Called life
Runs …
He
A common man
Like a shadow in darkness
Exists…
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