An old man once offered me,
a silver and shiny gift.
He said take this gift,
and your life will fail.
So I did.

I stood atop of a hill,
and looked at everyone around me.
I then looked at my self,
and I was standing on nothing.

I went to the old man and spoke:
"What has happened to my hill?
The one I used to stand upon and look down from?".
He replied:
"Son, that hill is now inverted; like your life".

So I wandered with the silver gift in my arms,
and my life bearing the weight of us both.
I met many people who had the same gift,
but it was an overdose which soon made mine dull.
Theirs were already.

I said to one amusing man:
"Sir, how do I make mine shiny again?".
He replied:
"Your life, or your silver gift?".

I sat and thought about my life.
I imagined myself standing at a cemetery,
with blood spraying out my mouth,
staining a silver tombstone.
It had written on it:
"This was once a shiny gift,
now it's dull and dead.
Like me".

I returned and said:
"My life".
 
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