He’s saddened to see what has become of himself:
A brooding storm of hate and tears;
A combination of loves and fears.
Nothing is clear to him at all,
Like rocks beneath a waterfall.
No one can help him; it was meant to be.
By the will of fate – unable to see.
So let go of vain convictions and wants,
For life itself is here then gone.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

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