My name?
It has been forgotten by all kid. Even me. A long time ago, even before my death, I had known that you would ask me that. But to reply you, I cannot. The words fail me.
I am not your father, so do not look into your heart.
I am not a rich man, only a noble soul, traveling this world.
Come and sit and drink with the old man who is a kid,
Come have a drink with the mumbling fool who knows too much.
Learn from his lack of words, for I will never speak true or even speak.
All I do is write.
Inconsequential continuance of words scribed without thought.
Why, there is wisdom in madness, don’t you believe?
Now, sorry for saying but I have to leave.
Savor the moment, savor your loneliness youth, for it is a gift, the only one precious enough for me to give you…
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