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Silently, in my corner of the world, I sit to contemplate my existence.
What of it; makes me significant, what of it; makes me worthy of breath?
I am just a man with dreams, hopes and desires; what of me matters?
Can a simple man like me; spell the insights, not seen by intellectuals?

As a youngster, I was a boisterous boy; seeking only my own will and joy.
I fooled around and played games with others to my delight.
With these poor souls, I messed; brought many tears, too many eyes.
Now, regret I taste as I harvest from the sour field I left some seed in.

What of me; entitles me to walk this globe still, to love and share it with others?
Have the goodwill since my youthful sins, pardoned me of blame?
My heart aches now; is it payback, is it penalty enough for those I have hurt?
What of it; what will allow me to see the sunset of a bright new day?

I am standing in this courtyard; my bare back for the whip.
This is not physical, but I can fell the whips’-end tear at my heart.
Do not pity me, please; I must face the consequences of my actions.
I must be held accountable; so, I will learn to live a responsible life.

You know, shortly after showers and winds; the sun shines bright again.
What of me; will know the turn of a season, make darkness turn to light?
As I pout in my misery; I still hope and dream of renewed life, breath!
What of me... deserves to face the birth of a sun in the morn of tomorrow?

The day draws to an end; shining bright on the youthful sins of yesterday.
Will the obscurity, off its light, permit my iniquities to fadeout with moonlight?
Velvet black skies above my head; I beckon you, draw me into your depth.
Embrace me in the vastness of your emptiness; where I can finally… find peace.

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