Slowly by slowly
The seasons changed
And in each, the man tried
And in every try he failed
And every fail his will subsided
His seed in people was sown
And the ripe was bitter
His trust in them withered
And in every season he reasoned
Which was better, peace or people
And as time passed he figured
Maybe he just needed to be alone
Maybe he was different
And maybe
Just maybe
that was okay
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