Ten million ways ― you
lead the dazzling fate.
Engaging the glamorous
feeling overshadowing
failing white policies.
What matters most,
is the fun, along the sun.
Moon has no place.
But you have this craze
that you will say and you will
stay.
You have managed to scare
the world, which is chasing the
eagle
because you told in your
convincing speech
that the bird has fled with its
eyes
poor world cannot see it can see
it fails a myriad times, it
tries.
It is chasing with a rod you sold
as a wand
ten thousand wails with yelling
hands.
I am waiting behind a tree,
beside the bank
of a crying river bleeding for
some silver touch.
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