My World Lies In My Daydreams
When did I reach decisive twenties?
Lately, my stubble grow quick leaving no barren space
Recurrent thrashy weather tests his injured endurance
inevitably the latest one cut his weary wing
down with lost spirits, no urge to move
O paper! you fair and flaunt ageing,
retiring young at less than years thousand
we and people before us witness thy glory
You embodiment of truth everywhere commands
children despise you, system relies on you.