When shall I regain my lost mind
After having committed a sin of this kind?
In dark pockets of my mind I grope in vain
But these unknown worms bore my heart with pain.
What should I do to wear a smile
Or to happiness I still have to foot a mile?
Should I close the door and cry
Or like a praying mantis fall to my knees and pray?
Though I thought I was brave,
Surely this mistake looks grave,
All my worthiness it has discredited
Mine competence now has to be debated.
Why should the absentees be missed,
Yet this team wishes to be kissed?
Have they all gone to the yard of death,
Those who new plans give birth?
Has the world none of the sort to offer,
But that human races eternally suffer?
This mis-step I never planned
Surely my hilly mind should be planed.
But why should death rob us of our praises,
Yet daily we polish our faces?
Now the deceased are being crowned
With coronets we fought for but never found.
Earth has long moulded kings and queens,
And us as brooms and bins.
Gearing hard for the top,
Always we cry for the result is a flop.
The dead resting in graves as they are
Up the Heroism Mountain run ahead and far,
Shame shall always be with us
Till we pay fares for the prosperity bus.

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