Ten Billion Vicissitudes
Good morning, next life.
Am I ready for you?
My sleep is minimal;
Not enough to survive.
My breath awaits to been seen,
And that shall keep me running.
How I yearn to see my breath
When the wheels have turned to full motion.
Next life,
Know that you scare me,
So treat me well.
Long ago, I thought I was the best.
Now,
All I can do is my best.
Nonetheless, the finale has yet to be seen.
It's there, waiting for my harvest.
Therefore, I wish you a good morning.
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