I would like to stay awhile, and just listen to all these whispers,
But the winds would always carry me away, away away to the lands.
For once, I would like to stop my footsteps to catch my breathes,
But there will be always someone that pushes me around, round around she goes.
There are no promises ahead and nothing gained whenever I go,
But I would always hurt others to get things going, goes around and comes back around.
I was on full aware on nothing it would brought,
Yet I would wrought and trigger the events nevertheless again, again and again the Wheel will turn.
When concludes, with scars that withered my spirits, I hear the whispers, " Are you gay? Mad? Or sad?"
"Nay," I'm would tell them, " I'm satisfied."
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