The peaceful waters
will drown my soul.
Eyes seeing brightness
as black as coal.

The freezing wind
fires my spirit.
The volume is so low
I can hear it.

The burning sun
freezes my fingers.
Square spheres
are the perfect ringers.

I have so much energy
that I am tired,
Of getting a bonus
while being fired.

Happy endings
are terribly tragic.
No tricks here
it's simply magic.

In your own words
written by a friend.
The start of something good
is often the end.

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