Thinking Man

Thinking Man,

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Version 1

 

My body is heavy, on my shoulders there is a ton of fury

When I look at myself in a mirror

All I can see is an error 

 

I walk along the populated street

I must keep my order strict 

I would like to find a way to get rich

 

I have been thinking a lot

I believe in having a shot

From the beginning I am a disgrace

I pray for a god to give a new pace

 

I just came out of an appointment

My counselor is a total disappointment

he lives in a very nice apartment

He asked me how I feel at this moment

 

I told him that I cannot smile

I tried every day but I drew some bile

I read so many books that I made piles

I go for walks to think I did so many miles

 

I was asked to think of what to do

To make it all better without blue

Make things hold together with glue

I look for a spark of happiness even a few

 

The way of my thoughts lead me to the temple

I might find some answers or examples

There I met a priest, he said that I must go east

I must kill the beast and do a feast

 

Pushed by wisdom I go at random

Lost in the inner flow of ideas is my fandom

My conscience is driving me, I look like a phantom

Brain cells are working, I need every single atoms

 

Then I woke up, mind it is clearing up

I know what to do, my mind is made up

Me and myself are going to meet up

For dark times and ideas time is up

 

I must build my own realm

A place where peace makes its calm

I must choose and keep a stance

For this world is my last chance

 

First step I must get a new face

Second step I must find a new place

Third step I must get some boldness 

Final step I must at all cost avoid laziness 

 

I am glad that I met you

You are not made of yew

I wish that I had a stoned heart like you

Shame that I cannot be introduced to you

 

But the car as got to go

This place will be full of foes

In my mind I will build the dojo

Fear not I will come back to say hello

 

As soon as I bail from jail

I must not fail to respect that tell

I do not know what I will become

But you, Buddha, will always be welcome

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Version 2

 

 

I am a statue. I look at people passing by.  Sometime they say hi.

I am pretty. I was in the temple, I used to listen to pilgrims' complains and wishes. But what could I do ?

I cannot speak or sing good world!

That was probably why I was placed behind that glass.

 

Now only a few stop by. But I cannot be bought.

I am to heavy to stay in a flat, look at those hairs it is a nightmare to keep them from dust-free.

 

You probably noticed it but I am smiling.I believe that, if I was allowed I could not even move my lips anymore, Being stuck in the smile pose for centuries.

 

No really, I had no chance at all, I could've been one of Sumatra statues. Fun all day long … Being good at all time makes me wanting to be like BA, as if I could.

 

At least I have my eyes shut so no one can make eyes contact.

My only chance would be a total blackout. No more mobile phones, iPhones or other gadgets, a step back to the good old days.

 

God I miss the ongoing complaining of my pilgrims. 

 

But what can I do… I am a statue.