Zywa
Oh knowing better
I am as I used to be
cheerfully my mind flies
in front of the group, to the sun:
I receive a laughing hat
Goodness, what big eyes you have!
To look all day
and make me think
about my familiar self
full of action and attention
full of inexhaustible energy
until the reaction comes
to all those wonderful particles
in my blood and my body
runs off track: should I
smile and prefer to keep
the mean tediously, heading
to a smaller, inner happiness
I do know it all
so well, but it is a fight
for who I am, oh doom, oh wisdom
of my mind
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