I sat there for a long time,
thinking i have done some crime,
looking at all as prime,
forgetting that i am a dime.

a trace of light fell on me,
thinking it would be the flee,
for i start running towards the other me,
murmuring that was my only flee.

sitting in a dark room, on a bench,
changed me into a *****,
that i had turned into a clench,
here i am, never want to drench.