Where do you go, O’ man, in this weird world?
One more village; one more city, you told
so odd! Your jerking brawn is irking more.
The red in eyes is ruddier than before.
Where do you go?
Your greatest love and humble peace aren’t sold.
Your ken and cogent talk no one extolled.
Your logic they deplored; your heart they tore.
Where do you go?
One smile; one sweet chuckle; one counsel bold;
one great proposal tried you to unfold
were cold-shouldered, I know and made you sore.
‘This world is not for me’, you roared and swore!
Where do you go?
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