Shortage of a Friend -
my feet wet ,I walked on the dry soil
fresh and cold ,sunlight ,air pushing me
come on lets go ,its time to expand something
I mean the knowledge ,I miss burning morning oil
I fear looking at books ,they are so white
my eyes ,my future not so bright ,I think every night
At this time ,good times are to end ,
All I needed was a frozen,young,real friend
See friends today I am not in shape to write a story
day by day ,I have gone weak ,like a stick ,
I tell you ,There is no summary ,only worry
descending quality of water and friend ,babes I am thinking of a trick
I always think ,we are slaves ,
we are not free ,we live in dark caves
books force us to think what others thought
come on dudes ,Its time to quit what others taught
see curious readers ,I promised you
writing ,fighting ,thinking ,making and again writing
about my shortage of a friend ,I am now in confused zoo
shoo is the only word ,My ears went through
sorry comes next ,I say its too late ,wrong timing
I am so confused ,I had the guts to confess
good humans come near me,
you and I will live together and make no mess
nobody trusts me ,not even me ,
I am still a kid ,people tell me ,
I am still learning A, B, C ,D and E
I should end now all this
I bore all of you so much ,like a pest
by the way ,thank you for showing your interest
we will soon meet again ,hope I had a real friend
I will continue bugging you all ,Its going to never end
hey wait,it was not a good line to end ,I am sad
Knowledge and friends should be open source ,I support it
My heart says ,you have again won ,You are not bad
I laugh when people can obtain me ,use me ,and recycle me ,makes me feel glad ,
Its always been the best day of my life ,I desire to be a disease ,this line dont omit
my transmisson will be slow ,and bit by bit
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