I Am Not The Master...
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Along the sky
I see an angry cloud,
rides on another cloud
making it his horse.
His red, red eyes
are filled with
the burning coal.
So, I don't want
to be a cloud.
If he meets me,
he will say,
come and then
will order go,
who told you to
come and forget
forget my door.
Then I'll say,
- - -I am not
the master of
your mind,
at first you
forget me
if you can,
then I shall
try if I can!
I'm the master
of my own mind!
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