May Autumn leaves fall,
upon the ground we walk,
as the end aproaches,
Hand in hand we'll be together.
Barriers being build,
up higher and higher,
as i lay asleep,
never to find the solution.
What has become of me,
thoughts without thinking,
words without meaning,
actions without moving.
to hurt and suffer,
not only myself, but all,
each concern weakens me,
from hair tips, to toe nails.
Becoming worthless,
unable to stand on both feet,
but only to crawl,
on stones and thorns.
4 meng
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