Sometimes I don’t follow the rules,
That society puts in my head.
I don’t keep to the plans or schedules
And I cross very often on red.
And my life is unstoppable flood,
And my character is a disaster.
Like a donkey I bathe into mud
And in failure I am the master.
Finally if the wisdom arrives,
I will be the whole covered with scars.
In the end only heroes survive,
Only these ones who follow their stars.
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