Dreams

About seconds after talking with you, an aphorism cross me.
I am a mohatra. A life without principles.
I believe nothing, not even in crime, more like the oppositive poetry.
I was a lazy sod.
I was another brick in the Wall.
A misteka and mischief for all the mobs and thiefs.
I am less than a mith. 
Is for my souls want to escape too many times in the day.

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