For what I learn
Winter breeze rushes in
Like half-awake pedestrians
Burning email ticked
My weakest point in flesh
I shouted and shouted
For what I learn
Fame, wealth, or compliment
If someone says he is
Really altruistic
I will just give a cold look
An icy cold one
Honestly philosophical debate
Definition of theory
It doesn’t matter
Because what man tries to prove
Is merely superiority and smugness
For what I learn
I keep asking incessantly
Perhaps
I have taken life too seriously
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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