A happy place of Indigence

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A mouth full of labels, a mind full of  curiosity,

riding through a fictitious place of indigence.

I wonder how they live, with those ever barking dogs,

those semi-burnt bamboos and unwanted visitors.

A life full of sweat, hunger and arsenic;

they’ll never know when it’s time, maybe its better!

They look at me in a gaze, a look that befuddles me.

Its my time to cogitate, whether to stop or to proceed,

there is a setting sun at the end, a rising one within.

Children aren’t distracted, they never are,

for they’re destined to be happy, in rain or in wipeout.

The road ends to a road, a simpler one in fact,

where there are no rocks to climb on, nor trip off.

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