I am tired
Of life that circle in the same degree
With relic formula to work through
Tantamount dolour and jocund
Old sand i walk
Dull hue of sky
That shield the long gone
With its aging glory of twinklers
Over my head
Caging curious eyes from oust beauty
Man living in expanse of his brain
Animals in minuscule heads
Sea dancing song in the define stage
Trees bowing always to the sauntering king
Circle in the same degree
Life in the cycling planet
Inky pen, paggy papers
Sex in the old fashion
Yore plays in the bag of the smiling sun
I am tired of the world
I see, lived since my birth
That journey in the same old degree.
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