Words don’t seem to end,
Topics are endless,
Like running in an open field,
Trying to touch every corner,
Mind’s at peace, also restless.
Little did he ask,
Much did he receive,
He was a noble man,
So no problem with thee.
He speaks what he feels,
And feels what he speaks,
Just when he’s about to say it all,
That silent fear creeps in.
This world binds you,
Chains your desires,
He can see,
He’s a patient man,
Shall wait for you to break free.
They ask him to name this game,
He can’t, u try,
There’s nothing he can win,
He has nothing to lose,
There’s certain pun to this fun,
In his mind it’s all said and done.
Discussions turn into dissections,
He’s the specimen, the murdered one,
Never short of words,
Too busy choosing the right ones...
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