I pity those who envy me
For there’s not an ounce of joy.
Left in my lifeless soul,
The world has done me foul.
I smile within at their scowl
There is no battle I set to win
The music of life, routine
Breathing in my heart.
The loneliness without frills
Beauty in its entirety spills,
Of the chaos, I take a swill,
What’s the calm without unrest?
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