I met a wandering soul—
A man with an air of hunger,
Who gazed at me with ill-intent.
As he pulled his blade and held it to me
I knew what he wanted,
And I gave him all I had.
Curiosity won me over as he
Started on his way. I asked,
“What happened, dear friend,
To bring you to this state?”
He laughed aloud and turned to me,
A dead look in his dull eyes.
“I am the problem with my life,”
He announced sadly,
“And the master of my state.”
—C.R.E.
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