The MadLad Biography

i.

Today I saw a monk crying,
A child smiling by his side.
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I wish to conquer the horizon,
Or crash unto the nearest bay.
For my ship has lost direction
And the maps have nothing more to say.
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Where were you
when I was still a bud
waiting to blossom.
Lost in the cosmic pattern
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How fragile am I, the physical me.
Like the wilting rose or the soul unfree.
This nimble body of limbs, eyes and nose,
None of which, I ever chose,
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On this rufescent dawn of melancholy,
stay by my side, don't just leave me be.
And meandering along the nostalgic shores, let's summon
those bejeweled memories long begone.
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