Times that pass by,
To wither in the wind,
Stomped on like a blind man's foot,
Crumbled like a good banana gone rooted,
Wasted in due time,
To let it just pass by I am a crook,
But what am I,
A shadow in the wind,
A Danzil in distress,
No,
But where I belong,
A vast universe with no meaning,
Employing on my thoughts,
Devoured by my inner self,
To be or not to be,
As i drift in a ultra reality of possibilities,
To belong,
What does that mean
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