作者korn31910 (罗拔的老窝)
看板poetry
标题[创作] 37
时间Wed Mar 25 21:49:10 2020
At 37 you drew a line
Above the forest, below the sky
You want no lie but a normal
Piece of mind
When your mind was blank
You were anxious with hands
Shaking helplessly
You were never like that
You were no more a living thing
At 37 you started to count
Down, time did matter
And you planned a lot
To be yourself
For this time, you were gambling
You might lose forever, or
You might really be you once
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