resting my head on the edge of time
turning myself, head on, into this rage of rejection
assuming my guilt, not even there, is allready esthablished
in the eyes of the accusers delusion
as I myself, master my masculine trades
as I should to manifest myself as the man I am
protecter and provider, in a world where
as such I am rejected and crucified
not knowing it handed me my real purpose
and most needed peace and silence at the edge of time
where I was resting my head, against the wind of rejection
as true happiness found me, in a solitude
of my own choosing
(c) JR. 2026
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