Sin of a Zen

Sin of a Zen

You lyin
in your
cot

An old
man now

With no
energy

And the
bones shakin

No one
to give
you a
ride

As you
don’t look
so good
now

A little
while
ago

You were
bubblin

With joy
and spirit

Of a
young man

You roamed
around
the World

With flowers
and fruits
on your
feet

You came
back empty
handed

The sin
of a
zen

You still
wake up
into the
new mornin

The old
man outside

And the
same young
boy inside

The world
cares about
the cover

You with
the same
soul

Into the
journey of
life

Caution: This might be all theory

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