Since he couldn’t cry in the day,
He wept his grief in his dream.
Enough of the tough facade -
Silent tears spent unseen.
Not all is great.
Not all is right.
When there’s everyone around
Yet no one really in sight.
“I have a job
To kill my love and joy.
Can’t do it and can’t not do it either -
Why such a punishment - Why?”
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