Across the boundary? Not!
I shall go; or shall I?
In the midst dilemma of my thoughts I drown
O Almighty O, forgive me, for who I am.
My sufferings of my innocence and of my sins
The pavement of those sufferings had me taken
To the boundary but not across
And wonder to my misery: a plus one to my sufferings.
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Am I lionhearted? Like Alexander The Great,
Or a timid nitwit, a big girl’s blouse?
To overdose the creation of mankind: the chemical miracle
Or hang myself like a wood frame; all to get across
Across the boundary? Not!
I shall go; or shall I?
In the midst dilemma of my thoughts I lie
O, Almighty O, help me know, for what am I.
