I want to go to sleep,
And never wake up.
But that’s unlikely to happen,
It’s my dumb luck.

Which path should I follow,
Which one not too tough.
A life with true meaning,
A life filled with stuff.

Not stuff like possessions,
Not jewelry or cars.
But love and devotion,
Sentimentality and Mars.

To be someone’s muse,
To be his desire.
Not a momentary curiosity,
Not a token acquired.

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