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What I Find

Visiting again
Those extinguished days
Which I wished to retain
Always
But I failed
With a careless gale
Even the smoke clouds disappeared
Now I search here
In my limited sphere
Leading me to find
They are still in my mind
As a part of a swarm
That makes me warm
Even if it's cold
When it' so hard to hold
Your own
It's a hard world when you're alone
But those days remind
The fate was kind
To become severe
To make it clear
The trail gives a simple life
Not much to strive
And be awake at nights
With an enjoyable sight
Of Monkey's play
They will smile for me to sway
And come to their side
Watch the world from their eyes
Eat the disgust they cook
And guzzle their derisive look
And hastily laugh
As you are beaten by their staff
Narrating your rank
Till your mind goes blank
And you join their act
To seamlessly enact
And release all your rage
Which I have come to hate
Is my drive here
In this forest to get near
To the acclaimed base
Where the admired race
To reach the top of the mountain
Is all that remains
When I have found
The reality of the ground

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