I'm busy
I was busy shaking the torch
I'm busy sculpting myself
I am busy beating the marching drums and cymbals
I am busy playing the reed flute for spring
I'm busy making predictions of happiness
I am busy visiting the news of truth
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life into the jungle of battle
I'm busy turning fermented blood into juice of love
Until one day I die
Like a fish sleeping in the pool of smiles
I'll turn off the light and rest
I have a wonderful finish
Like a collection of poems, and the earth that covers me
That's the cover of the poetry collection
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I was busy shaking the torch
I'm busy sculpting myself
I am busy beating the marching drums and cymbals
I am busy playing the reed flute for spring
I'm busy making predictions of happiness
I am busy visiting the news of truth
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life into the jungle of battle
I'm busy turning fermented blood into juice of love
Until one day I die
Like a fish sleeping in the pool of smiles
I'll turn off the light and rest
I have a wonderful finish
Like a collection of poems, and the earth that covers me
That's the cover of the poetry collection
I am busy I am busy
I am busy I am busy
I'm busy. I'm busy
I am busy I am busy
I am busy I am busy
I'm busy. I'm busy
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