I walk on a passage with no bend,
Where I can see the dead-end,
Stretching further and further,
As I tread rougher and tender.
No ways to cure the ailments,
While life goes by detriments,
The cells bit by bit mend the sick,
As there lies perpetual life to stick.
Where to place the milestones?
Where’s quiet in the gamut of tones?
What to gain in this endless sea?
In this desert, I seek for a lea.
The word may sound bitter,
As death may seem sinister,
But the hope of it gives a rest,
Hinting a new outset for the test.
Despite the need to pay the toll,
Who craves to go on a stroll,
In a straight road for keeps,
With no turns and sweeps?
So I yearn to see the still water,
And desire to swirl in the void center,
I long for my pounding heart to console,
At last, I want death to embrace my soul.
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