the world seems to be a fare

and I roam like a shopper

things I want are here

but I buy only rare


roaming around I came to a point

and met a stranger unknown

things we got were joint

taking his, he was gone


saw what was not wanted

heard what was not meant to

things I admire are not landed

but grew easily when I planted


maybe I am on the right track

beautiful things are around

things of glass are crack

perhaps maintenance they lack


at bad times, I wanted to mew

but then I saw other shoppers

things I had were few

but they had nothing new


at some choices, I was right

at some others, I proved wrong

things I bought were light

for desires I had to fight



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