Dikt: Strange Times

[GammelLurker]

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A strange time falls upon me.

An interesting life I truly have.

Love and sadness, why not?

 

Thought I once had it.

Though I now lost it.

In a strange way I seek it.

Because escape is gone.

 

Deep thoughts hurt.

Strange times now.

Why, why, why, in scilence I ask.

Destiny is truly sad.

 

Why cant not I,

Be the usual type?

A moral being!

 

As strange and lonely,

As truly hopleless and funny,

It is no less bitter and sad.

 

Life has been strange, unfair.

And however moral I was,

My inner self was pure trash.

Who ever said ilife was pure,

Because with my dirty deeds,

An entire ocean clean me can not.

 

Strange times are true,

Though reality of such times,

Free me never can or could,

For that I am simply too filthy.

 

What strange world.

With stranger creations.

But so lovely the animals.

And beautiful nature is.

 

I may sense something strange,

I may think I know it all.

But in the end truly I know not,

Why strange times my ways come.

 

[Marye]

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