I sat dumbfounded
With words circling in my mind
The smell of the paper
Tore my wishful thinking
I just sat there
My eyes gazed on the thing
How could a piece of paper
Determine my worldly fate

The inkling in my mind faded
As I realized
That the time was up
But the thing made out of leaves
On my desk lies away empty
Bare like the heathens heart
But what more I could do?
It was my fault after all