I do not wish to control myself
I enjoy being a chaotic creature etched by my own calamities
Though it would be nice to be supreme
I shall die, the same as the other who is the same as me
It is rightfully so, that envy is a sin
And it is pitiful, that I am a sinner
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
