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Confused

All pretty things,
the world could hold,
I believe are in me.

All happiness of time,
That have passed,
and in the present or later,
I believe are in me.

Why should I be so sad?
Fearing about the immediate future,
to make it more better,
and not wanting to be slaughtered,
by the butcher's sharp knife!

Am I worried about the pangs of time?
That might lead me to what I feel is hell,
Or about the humiliation I would face?
resulting in more haste!

It is ultimately a new day for me,
but I am still worried about my future!
Am I scared of the commitments,
That rise up huge barriers in me,
to do my duty!




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