There is a time for everything
What I'd prefer – to take, to give?
As always truth is concrete.
If I was born – condemned to quit...
I'm brimful of my conflict.
I am the being's drop of thoughts,
my senses and my feelings,
unknown my end and known my source, –
among good souls and villains.
In childhood I imbibed our world,
I took – I could give nothing.
It seemed enough. And I afford
to give if it's my nisus.
How much, vast knowledge I should take!
I'd give my finds – so modest...
My life is full of my mistakes.
Each birthday is a notice...
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