While running, he was getting hard hooves instead of soles.
In horror, he was rapturously sprouting thick fur.
But he wanted to be a chameleon in flowers to dissolve,
Freeze every time something bad was about to occur.
He would sit on a zebra in his poems,
Throwing around the words like "life" and "death".
But the whole world has gone already forward,
Such metamorphosis will disappear like a breath.
Unless he writes a fairy tale,
Describing his sweet dreams for sale.
As if being chased, he'll crawl under the stone,
The stone of hatred to the love that is gone.
While water wears away the stone, he'll contemplate
That a tree came out of the same material to wait.
While the light of life reflects and a swarming horde's inside,
He'll understand one day the worst thing is to putrefy.
For many years, youth sang in him.
Now he's got a lot for begging to survive.
Even though no one will give anything,
They will see his ability to keep his truth of life.
Serial number - B104
PNG file, Dimensions: 4096 x 4096 PX (~108 x 108 cm / 42.6 x 42.6 inch), Size: 22.2 MB
Price: $28
