Lame duck

Then as I was a lame duck,

I felt I was the lowest of the reptile.

He strongly touched

I own an unstable

love. my pain for a while

he removed, whether after years

I write now popular music.

Perhaps the country are dancing to the music

These words, they are full of memories,

chock-full of life.

Whenever I have been in the valley lily-like,

too many people walked past me legs staggering.

Giant unnoticed from within its

strong human. Today I can be

strong, or a moment to walk the paths of the world hesitantly.

Never probably not be the time

where I live beloved of both.

Still, I miss my friends in my chest,

sometimes cheek a tear roll,

maybe then as nobody pencil.

Now, I'm as old

colorful dry rose,

sometimes in the mirror I see a delusional vision,

its own image at the time of youth.