Happy Birthday to myself....Everyday I get older, so do you. It's a comforting thought.
No more learning, no more problems.
How much difference between Yes and No?
Between Black and Grey?
Between good and evil?
What others fear I must fear--
No point!
People are smiling,
as if at a kitchen party
I am stoic, passive, giving no sign
Like a baby who has not yet smiled
hopeless, as if I had no home.
Others have enough and more,
I do not.
I have the mind of a fool,
confused, confused.
Others are bright and intelligent,
I am boring, dull,
Drifting on the breeze,
blown about endlessly.
Others have plans,
I alone am wayward and stubborn,
I alone am different from others,
Like a baby in a womb.
-A translation of the Way-
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